Carnethy 5

We’d first heard about the Carnethy 5 after seeing a post about it on a friend’s Facebook page. However, I initially dismissed it as I didn’t think I’d be capable of completing it. Five peaks with 2,500ft of ascent over 6 miles seemed like blooming hard work!!

While at work, I received an email off my better half, Tristan, asking if I’d like him to register my details to enter the ballot for the run. A classic Scottish hill race, it is regularly oversubscribed and so a ballot system is used. I declined, but couldn’t stop thinking about it. In the end, I decided to register my details. If my name wasn’t drawn out, then I’d get out of doing it without wimping out!

The next week both myself and Tristan received confirmation emails. We were both in. Reality dawned and the fear started to kick in! Taking place on Valentine’s Day, the run would give us a nice, romantic break to Scotland! Mum and Karen kindly agreed to have the girls for the day. There was no backing out now!

As the days crept by, the day of the race arrived. We dropped the girls off with mum and Karen and made our way north to Penicuik, only 10 miles south of Edinburgh. The journey was straightforward and we arrived earlier than we expected. Despite this, the car park was already getting full. We quickly registered and it was a nice surprise to be given a mug and a specially brewed bottle of beer to commemorate the 45th running of this classic hill race.

carnethy beer

Time ticked steadily by and it wasn’t long before we were having our kit checked and allowed on to the buses. The start of the race is on a busy road and so competitors are encouraged to use the buses to the start. This also builds on the atmosphere of this special event as all the runners bubble with nervous excitement.

Carnethy 5: Route

Carnethy 5: Route

Carnethy 5 Elevation: Hills, Hills, Hills!

Carnethy 5 Elevation: Hills, Hills, Hills!

We soon arrived , got off the bus and crossed a muddy field to get to the start. We kept our warm clothes on for as long as possible before it was time to assemble at the start.

Waiting at the start Picture courtesy of Tristan Reid

Waiting at the start Picture courtesy of Tristan Reid

A piper played classic Scottish tunes as the time for the start of the run approached. At 2pm, the starting gun went off and the stampede began. Downhill made for a quick start and it wasn’t long before we made our way through the first bog. A bottle neck appeared at a second swamp so I skirted through the prickly gorse and avoided it. Another bottle neck occurred at the gateway to the valley and, as the path skirted through the heather, it was nigh on impossible to pass. It wasn’t long before the first climb began. A seemingly near vertical ascent up to Scald Law, the highest hill of the day at 579m.  My calves were burning as the climb went on. And on. And on. I didn’t see anyone running this part! The boggy, heather strewn path made for an even more arduous climb and thought of how on Earth I was going to manage 4 more hills after this one!!

Eventually, I hit the trig point on Scald Law. One of five. Done. It was then good running on to South Black Hill (563m) and along the ridge towards East and West Kip. I was pleased with how my legs were faring after that first torturous climb and was feeling confident at picking up speed on the downhills. The grip of my Inov8 Mudclaws was brilliant. I felt a burst of energy coming off that descent and felt like I was floating up to East Kip. However, as the gradient became more severe, the bubble of energy burst and I trudged up to East Kip (534m). There was another short respite of downhill before an equally arduous climb up to West Kip (551m). There then followed a steep but runnable downhill section. Now it was the turn of my quads to scream!

There was then a fairly level track, although being boggy and rutted, it was still hard going! Another very steep descent followed before some blissful, grassy, level ground gave the legs some much needed respite. I did make the mistake of looking to the right and saw a snake of runners making there way slowly up Carnethy (573m). The climb looked horrendous and it wasn’t long before I was weaving my way up. Slowly. Oh, so slowly! Every muscle in my legs were protesting and every ounce of my being wanted to stop! However, I knew that, if I stopped, it would be harder to get moving again. I just had to keep putting one foot in front of the other, no matter how slowly, just as long as I kept moving forward!

Eventually, I made it up to find that this was a false summit! There was still more climbing to do!! The gradient up to the summit wasn’t quite so severe and it wasn’t too long before I reached the impressive cairn of Carnethy. It was all downhill from here. Easy!

I was in for a huge disappointment as the downhill, with Carnethy’s sides dressed in heather and scree, proved to be even more testing than the uphill! The slippery heather attempted to snare and trip unwary runners while the scree afforded no grip. It was a very slow downhill for me as I lacked the confidence to just ‘let go’. People were falling all around me as I slowly made my way down the side.

It was with huge relief that I finally made it to the bottom and I was pleased to note that my legs were ready to run! Buoyed on by the energy of the runners and marshals around me, I picked up the pace for the long run into the finish. I was so pleased to cross the line. This was the hardest race that I had ever done and I’d made it!!

Carnethy 5: Result

Carnethy 5: Result

I was quickly cooling down so rushed to get my bag from the marquee so that I could get my warm coat on. I rushed back to the start and it wasn’t long before Tristan crossed the line, relief visibly etched on his face!

We refuelled with chocolate biscuits and made our way over to the bus. We didn’t have long to wait before the rather fragrant bus made its way back to Penicuik. This was a friendly, inclusive race that was brilliantly organised and supported by super encouraging marshalls.

After getting changed, we set off on the long road back to Cumbria. And, as the pain in our muscles began to subside, thoughts were already turning to next year. We hope to be back for this very special hill race.

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Lakeland Trails Derwentwater 15k

In hindsight, a gruelling run up Grisedale Pike and the surrounding fells was probably not the best preparation for the Lakeland Trails run on the Saturday! Nevertheless, I was excited about this run as the route is challenging and the terrain is testing.

Travelling down with the support crew, my other half, Tristan, and our girls, we arrived in plenty of time to get a convenient parking place a stone’s throw from the event location. Tristan bemoaned the fact that we were 3 hours early but, as I say every time, better early than 1 minute too late…

We arrived in time to see those doing the 10k set off and it was good to see some familiar faces. I then registered for my race and we headed into Keswick for a wander and to kill some time, of which we had plenty!

Back at the park, we watched the finish of the 10k. Seeing all the smiling faces as people neared the end of the run made me feel excited about getting out there and enjoying my run.

Time crept on and it wasn’t long before the trail run challengers were called to the start. I said goodbye to the family and headed over to the starting area. The sun was shining and it was a lovely day for the girls to play in the park while I was out on the course. The incredible Batala Samba Band drummed us over the start and we headed off for a lap around the park. It was nice to see Tristan and the girls once more before we headed out on to the old railway, the band keeping up the beat on our way out of the park.

Lakeland Trails 15K Route

Lakeland Trails 15K Route

The first part of the route seems to drag as I find it the most dull. Enclosed by trees, the views are minimal and it’s just so straight! At just under 3 miles, the route diverts off the old railway and hits the first climb. I was keeping a steady pace but I was struggling with the heat! However, this is were the route gets interesting and I was just enjoying the moment. Winding our way through some trees and over a quaint bridge, we began climbing again. This time, the climb seemed to go on forever! It wasn’t long before we hit the infamous Glenderaterra Bogs, also known as the bogs of doom! The pace really slowed here as it was mainly single file and it was difficult to pass. It was a good excuse to grab a breather and take it a bit easier through the energy sapping bogs.



It seemed to take a long time before we hit the harder ground. My legs felt heavy after being dragged through the mire and it took a bit of time before my legs felt like they belonged to me again! There was a nice downhill section before we crossed a bridge and headed up the trail towards the side of Lonscale Fell. As we turned, we were rewarded with incredible views! The valley stretched before us and we could see other runners as small as ants on the other side of the valley where we’d been moments before. This is my favourite part of the course. The narrow trail hugs the shoulder of Lonscale with a dramatic drop down to the valley floor. Here, the terrain becomes more technical and you need to keep alert to its challenges. Still, I managed to afford brief glimpses of the breathtaking scenery. It would be a travesty to come to an area like this and not take the time to reflect in its beauty! As we headed towards Gale Road car park, I was surprised to find my legs were feeling quite strong still, despite all those hills!

As I passed the car park, and the drinks station, I was now in more familiar territory. We run round Latrigg a lot and so I knew it was all downhill from here. I just let my legs go and managed to pass a few other runners. Towards the end of Spooney Green Lane, there’s a little incline as you hit the bridge over the motorway. Although the incline is small, my legs felt trashed and it was a real battle to keep moving! I just kept moving forward mindful of the fact that I was nearly home! The final rise up into the park nearly finished me off! Indeed, this final bit seemed to go on forever!!


Not Far To Go! Picture courtesy of Tristan Reid

It was nice to see Tristan and the girls cheering me on with about 600m left to go. This gave me the impetus to increase the pace and finish strongly. Hearing the drums heralding the finish was the most incredible feeling and I was feeling so inspired as I crossed the finish line. I was delighted to find that the technical T-Shirts were bright pink! A brilliant match for my pink compression socks!



Reunited with the family, we watched more runners coming into the finish. It’s good for the soul to see so many people finishing with beaming smiles. Running is awesome!



Strava Results!

Strava Results!

Once again, the Lakeland Trails team have delivered another amazing event. The organisation is incredible and the marshals are brilliant; so encouraging and friendly.

Overall, I was pleased with how the run went and, looking at my results from 2011 and 2012, I was 10 seconds per mile quicker! Small progress maybe but progress nonetheless 🙂


My Amazing Support Crew! Picture courtesy of Tristan Reid



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The Karrimor Great Trail Challenge 2014

Initially, when I looked on the Monday, the weather forecast told me that Sunday, the day of the Great Trail Challenge, would be cool with rain. On Wednesday, the other half said that it was going to be warm and sunny according to the forecast he looked at. I refused to believe him and clung on to the hope of cool temperatures and refreshing rain showers.

Saturday was really warm and I had to accept the fact that it was going to be another hot run. I was pleased that I’d chosen to do the 11k option rather than the 22k.

We headed down to Keswick on the Sunday, arriving at the car park on Crosthwaite road just before 10am. It was already warm., really warm. Even Erin had taken her coat off – she usually wears two coats even when it’s nice. This was serious!

I quickly got ‘race ready’ and we headed over Fitz Park, past the leisure centre to the event field. I joined the toilet queue and it wasn’t too long before I headed to my pen. A cool breeze that had stirred up while standing in the toilet queue soon abated as the starting time crept closer. I was warm already. At 10:45 the horn sounded and we were off. A lap of the field (rather hilly!) made sure the mass of runners were strung out before heading out on to the old railway line.

The Route

The Route

The path along the old railway line seems to stretch on forever at the best of times. Today I honestly thought it was never going to end. The sun beat down and there seemed to be no respite from it. Eventually, at 5k the route diverted from the old railway and we hit the first real climb. My legs already feeling heavy, I had to resort to a walk/run strategy. After the climb, there was a nice downhill section which included a nice wooded section. Finally, some respite from the sun! The relief was short lived as we headed out of the woods and towards Latrigg. This saw the beginning of the King of the Mountain section. I, once again, adopted a walk/run strategy as I made my way slowly round the shoulder of Latrigg. Last year there was music blaring out at this point and I found it really helped motivate me to dig in and keep going. I was disappointed that it wasn’t there this year.



Being such a clear day, the views were spectacular. Although this is a regular route of mine, I never tire of it.

Finally, we reached the end of the King of the Mountain segment and so began the Demon Descent! Although my legs were heavy, I tried to open up and gain some time on this section. It felt good to be heading down towards the finish. However, I’d forgotten how steep the sneaky little hill is as you head through the woodland towards the bottom of Latrigg. It took every ounce of determination to keep going at this point! The last kilometre seemed to go on and on and, despite it being predominantly downhill, I just wanted to stop. I could hear the commentary from the finish area and knew I was nearly there. I just had to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Simple…

Then I was climbing the steep bank and heading to the finish. I heard Tristan and the girls cheering me on and I tried to dig in and sprint to the finish. My legs weren’t responding, though, and so I just kept the same steady pace to the line. I was so relieved to finish and pleased with 1 hour 12 minutes considering the size of the hills and the unbearable heat!


The Finish Line is in Sight :-)

The Finish Line is in Sight 🙂

I picked up my goody bag and was reunited with my family. This was a really well organised and enjoyable run. It was my third time doing this event and I hope to be back next year. I just hope it’s a bit cooler!

gtc girls

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Latrigg Fell Race 2014

On Wednesday, 14th May (Tristan’s birthday!), we headed down to Keswick for the classic Latrigg fell race organised by Keswick AC. This is one of the longest running fell races in the calendar and has what is thought to be an unbeatable record of 16 minutes 47 seconds set by Kenny Stuart in 1984.

After registering, we waited near the start in Fitz Park. It was a pleasant evening with a cooling breeze. I run up and round Latrigg fairly regularly and so I knew it was going to be a tough run. It’s only 2.5 miles long, though, so I thought it’d be an ideal introduction for my first proper fell race…


Latrigg Fell Race Route

Latrigg Fell Race Route



As the start time approached, 92 runners gathered on the grassy hill behind the cricket pavilion and waited for the signal to start. It wasn’t long before we started and everyone around me just disappeared! I couldn’t believe how quickly everyone tore down the path! I was surrounded by hardcore fellrunners and I was left choking on their dust!

As we headed up Spooney Green Lane, I put my head down and dug in, trying not to get left too far behind. I was worried about getting lost so I wanted to keep people in my sights! As the gradient became ever more severe, I consoled myself with the thought that this part of the route, the way I usually go, is the hardest part and it would soon get easier.. However, we were diverted off the main route and straight up the side of Latrigg. I honestly thought my calf muscles were going to pop as I was reduced to a frustratingly slow walk. I was probably just over halfway up when the speedier runners came flying down the hillside. These guys were incredible and it was amazing to witness their skill and fearlessness as they threw themselves down. The winner, Ricky Lightfoot, in his time of 17:54, would have finished before I’d even reached the top! Incredible!

As the slope became more severe, I was grabbing fistfuls of grass in order to pull myself up. Eventually, we had passed the worst and the route went round the side. This was more runnable but the camber made it difficult to maintain a decent pace and since my legs were already trashed, they were protesting loudly.

Finally, the relief palpable, I reached the turnaround point. It was then a case of heading down the steep side and on to the finish. The downhill was just as difficult! I don’t have the boldness to hurtle down so I went rather hesitantly, my quads screaming now rather than my calves!

Latrigg Fell Race ©Athletes in Action

Latrigg Fell Race ©Athletes in Action

Once we were off the grass and once more on to the track, I upped the pace as I felt more confident on this section, a route that I know well. The little incline over the road bridge nearly killed me my legs were so abused! Heading into Fitz Park, it was slightly uphill to the finish. It felt like a massive hill to my poor legs although I did attempt a sprint finish…


This race may be just 2.5 miles long but it was brutal! On the way up I was questioning my sanity. Why on Earth was I putting myself through this torture? And then you reach the top, the breathtaking views stretching out before you and you know the reason. The freedom from cares, worries and stresses of life as you let yourself run downhill; the elation you feel as you cross the line and get a real sense of achievement from what you have just accomplished. From questioning why I was doing it, I’m now raring to do it again next year and get sub-30 on it!


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The Inaugural Carlisle City Urban Trail Race 2014

Wednesday the 21st May 2014 saw the running of the inaugural Carlisle City Urban Trail Race organised by Sport in Action. There were two distances to choose from; a long course of 8 miles and a shorter course of 5 miles. The race promised a route which showed off the trails that are easily accessible from the city centre.


The Route

The Route

I arrived at the Sands Centre with my support crew, the long suffering other half and my girls, and quickly registered. It was a particularly warm evening and I was regretting the fact that I’d been coerced (guilt-tripped) into changing my entry from the short course to the long course. I struggle to run in the heat. To be fair, once the thermometer creeps over 10°C, I find things tough!


We met up with Ali who had also entered the long course and we wandered over to the cathedral which is where the race was due to start. As time ticked on, runners started to gather near the formidable building and it wasn’t long before we were being called to the start.

After a quick briefing, we were off along Fisher Street then Finkle Street before heading up the steps of the Millennium Bridge. I’m glad this appeared early in the route as it was tough! We then did a lap of the castle. High above the road below, I made sure to keep on the inside of the path! There was no escape from the heat but the marshals were really supportive and made it that bit easier to keep going. Just before the Sheepmount, those doing the shorter course peeled off and, with some regret, I turned left to carry on the longer course. It was good running round the football pitches as the ground was so dry and the grass had been recently cut.

It was then on to the riverside path and it wasn’t long before we met the speedy runners on their way back. It felt like an age before I reached the turning point but I enjoyed the riverside trail, familiar from all those runs I’ve done along there with the Tri Club.

We then headed past the sands and alongside the golf course. My legs were starting to feel tired but I had some targets in front of me and my legs kept turning. Heading into Rickerby park I was really starting to suffer with the heat. The route was generally good going but I had to make a large detour from the path through long, cow pat saturated grass to avoid a herd of cows who were conveniently preventing me from running on the nice, short grass!

After that, my legs really did feel as if they were filled with lead. This feeling was only exaggerated by having to ascend near vertical steps out of the park. My calves screamed! It was with great relief that I headed on to Stanwix Bank and a lovely downhill followed. At the Sands Centre, we were directed down the ramp and into Bitts Park. this was a cruel twist as we could see the finish but were directed away from it!! The lap round Victoria Park seemed to last an eternity and my legs didn’t feel like they were attached to my body any more. Still, they kept on going and finally, finally the finish was in sight. I picked up the pace as much as my energy-sapped legs would allow and crossed the finish line. It was great to hear the encouragement from Tristan and the girls as I crossed that line.

Coming to the finish

Coming to the finish

My Splits

My Splits


This was a thoroughly enjoyable run; well organised with enthusiastic marshals and a medal to boot. Hopefully, this run will be back next year and I’d highly recommend giving it a go.

CCUT Race 2

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Our Feet in the Clouds….Again

Arranging to take a day off while all the girls were at school/preschool meant only one thing. Another day where myself and Tristan could head to the hills once more. The problem with fellrunning is that it’s so addictive! You’re always wondering when you can get your next fix!

I’d plotted a route that would give us 4 or 5 Wainwright’s depending on how we were doing for time.

After dropping the girls at school, we headed down to the little village of Braithwaite, just on the edge of Keswick. It was cloudy but dry; we just hoped the cloud circling the tops would be gone by the time we reached the summit.

We could see Barrow looming over as we parked the car. All being well, this would be our final peak of the day. After donning our kit, we headed off through the village to Braithwaite Lodge. After a quick 6 miler the day before, Tristan was already feeling its effects as we headed up a long incline which led to the lodge. He was feeling the effects even more when I took a little diversion from the route up a vertical climb before realising I was, once again, following a sheep path! The path then exited the field and it was on to the road for just over a mile as we headed in the direction of Stair. Despite the gloom, it was rather warm and we knew this was going to be tough.

Just before reaching Stair, we left the road and the climb began almost immediately. It was tough going but I just kept plugging away, alternating running with walking. The distinctive summit of Causey Pike rose out of the gloom.



Approaching the summit, the scramble looked daunting. There was one bit were I did question why on Earth I was doing this but I survived! I’m not great with heights but the best tactic seems to be to just get on with it and not think about it too much!

After the scramble we were on the summit of our first Wainwright; Causey Pike.


The clouds were constantly moving but we were afforded some views and what we saw was breathtaking. All the struggles of the ascent forgotten as we drank in the amazing scenery that surrounded us.

It wasn’t long before we were heading along to Scar Crags. The path was stunning as the cloud danced around us and the side plunged to the valley floor leaving a magnificent back drop.


At Scar Crags, the zig zag path up to Sail proved too tempting and so we made the decision to bag it. The climb was arduous but it didn’t take as long as I expected. The descent also proved tricky as the loose stones meant real care had to be taken. It would be so easy to turn an ankle!

The path to Outerside alternated between loose stoned paths and knee deep bogs. The walk/run alternating was serving me well as I still felt like I had bags of energy! Running on these fells seems to fill me with enthusiasm and I feel rejuvenated. Awesome!

We then headed off Outerside. The path down was stony and I managed to slip on a rock, landing heavily on my backside! Thankfully, I’m well padded there but Outerside has left me with a pretty impressive bruise to remember it by! Don’t worry, no photos available of that!!


We headed to Barrow via Stile End. Again, the climb up to Barrow was tough but one of the easier climbs of the day. After Barrow, it was a nice descent back down into Braithwaite. This descent was more runnable than the other ones of the day but the steepness meant I had to do little zigzags to keep upright!


We stopped our Garmins as we left Braithwaite Lodge and found we’d covered 9 miles. Epic!


It was then a case of a quick stretch off and into the car in order to get back and pick the girls up from school. Another amazing day on the fells. We are so lucky to live in this beautiful corner of England.

Wainwright’s bagged: Causey Pike, Scar Crags, Sail, Outerside and Barrow

Other Peaks: Rowling End and Stile End









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Head To The Hills!

After plotting a route which would bag me 3 new Wainwright’s, I arranged to meet Ali, Sam and Dave on Sunday, 16th March at Powter How Wood for the start of this run. This route incorporated Barf, Lord’s Seat and Broom Fell and would provide us with amazing views of Bassenthwaite Lake, if only the cloud would lift! We were confident that, by the time we reached the summit of Barf, the clouds would lift and we’d be rewarded with a breathtaking view…

Route for Barf, Lord's Seat and Broom Fell

Route for Barf, Lord’s Seat and Broom Fell

We started running along the road before turning off on to the path to Barf. The climb began almost immediately and it was severe! Through a combination of run/walking, we made it to our first real challenge. A little scramble over some large rocks. I’m not particularly good with heights but I just got on with the ascent without thinking too much about what I was doing!

As we approached the summit of Barf, the wind had picked up and we were all thankful that we’d packed extra layers! After a brief stop, we headed on to Lord’s Seat and then Broom Fell. We were unable to see more than 50 yards ahead and so we weren’t rewarded with any kind of view.

Following the second visit to Lord’s Seat, we descended along a beautiful section of woodland. It was like something out of a fairytale as trees lined the path. Bizarrely, there was also a little tree decorated with Christmas decorations!

The route then returned to the steep path that we’d climbed and it was difficult to maintain a steady pace as the severity of the descent kept making me go quicker than I’d like! On reaching the car, the sun was shining and it felt rather warm. What a contrast to the conditions we’d experienced on the fell tops!



The next day, after dropping the girls off at school, I went for a run round Rosley and Curthwaite. I always find this route tough as there are several evil hills contained within it. Despite the strong wind, I soon warmed up and I was surprised at how my legs had recovered after the previous day’s run. I even managed to do this route in my quickest ever time! I was delighted!

Rosley Loop Hills

Rosley Loop Hills

Rosley Pace

Rosley Pace

The weather was awful all day on Thursday. The other half had battled through the wind and rain on his morning run but I was still contemplating staying on the couch rather than head to the club run!

As the afternoon drew on, the weather did improve and so I had no excuses not to go for a run. We did the club run through Currock and there seemed to be lots of hills! Despite this, I felt pretty good and was happy with the pace I managed to maintain. It really helps to have others pushing you on as it gives you another focus and enables you to dig in and go quicker than if you were running alone.

currock paceOn Sunday, myself and Tristan dropped the girls off and headed down the winding roads of Uldale to bag some more Wainwright’s. We’d plotted a route that would take us up 6 peaks, 4 of which were Wainwright’s.


It was a cold day and snow dusted the tops of the fells. We headed off up the first Wainwright of the day, Longlands. The climb was gradual to begin with but, approaching the top, it became more severe. The views were glorious but the wind had picked up and we didn’t loiter long. Our route took us around Lowthwaite Fell and then up towards Little Sca Fell. The amount of snow on the ground steadily increased as we climbed higher up through the energy sapping terrain leading upwards. Approaching Little Sca Fell, the snow was up to a foot deep in places making running difficult!

IMG_8044Great Sca Fell was our next target and there was even more snow there! I was surprised at how many people were around. Wainwright had written that you could wander these fells for hours and not meet a single soul. I guess that was before he wrote his books……

Looking across to Skiddaw from Great Sca Fell

Looking across to Skiddaw from Great Sca Fell

The descent off Great Sca Fell was steep and we made our way down by doing little zig zags. We had a little breather at the bottom before the climb up to Meal Fell, Wainwright number 3 of the day. Again, because the wind was so bitingly cold, we didn’t linger long before heading for Great Cockup, our fourth and final Wainwright. The climb up was testing but I was pleased with the amount that I was able to run, especially considering the amount of running and climbing we’d already done. Again, the panoramic views were amazing. Skiddaw was looking splendid dressed in white while Binsey stood proud overlooking Overwater.


Little Sca Fell, Great Sca Fell and Meal Fell

We headed off Great Cockup knowing that the toughest climbs were now out of the way and descended with renewed energy. Tristan tried to get down a bit quicker and managed some stumbling acrobatics! He’ll do anything to try and beat me!! We made a little diversion off the route to the peak of Little Cockup before rejoining the path.

We then followed the path down the valley, only managing to get a little lost when we deviated off the main track and followed a sheep track! This led us to have an additional difficult climb and Tristan thanked me enormously as our calves screamed with this extra difficulty! Eventually, we refound the path and were rewarded with a gentle, winding path down the valley and back to the car.IMG_8037

This was a tough run. 7.5 miles of arduous climbs and energy sapping bogs and snow. It was also amazing! To be out in the fresh air, challenging our bodies and enjoying this crazy sport together.


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