High Raise loop

Peaks: Sergeant Man, High Raise

Area: Central Fells, Lake District

Probably the dullest hill in the Lakes, High Raise famously occupies a very central position. After yesterday's race, and a poor night's sleep in the van, the legs were unwilling this morning. Shame, as this terrain was mostly new to me, indeed I'd never even been up High Raise. For that matter, I don't think I've ever visited Easedale Tarn either, so incorporated it into the day, first taking the road towards Helm Crag that E and I did a couple of years ago. At Toddle Howe, a delightful track along the banks of Easedale Beck leads gently towards a short climb along Sour Milk Gill to gain the hidden cwm containing the tarn, which is very pretty. The sun came out at this point and the dappled landscape back down to Grasmere and over to Fairfield and yesterday's race route was lit to perfection, still fairly early in the morning. The climb up towards Belles Knott and the upper valley was tiring, my legs really suffering after yesterday. But eventually I got to the main watershed (with Langdale on the other side) and the terrain was kinder to my legs up to the rocky outcrop of Sergeant Man. The entire district is visible from here. Some peaks were a bit claggy, especially Helvellyn across the valley. But Scafell Pike, Bowfell, Coniston and the Langdales were clear, bringing back many happy memories since my first Lake District hillwalking trip in 1988! An easy plod over dull moorland to the vague top of High Raise, just a swelling really, with this area feeling more like the Pennines. I took a direct line back over pathless terrain (awkward around Birks Gill) to eventually gain the main path down Far Easedale which is the valley below Helm Crag and Gibson Knott. I trotted down this to pick up the lanes back down to the hostel.

Rydal Round fell race

Race: Heart of the Lakes Rydal Round (16k/3300ft)

Time/Position: 1.55.27 (40th from 108)

You don't look a gift horse in the mouth, and it was pure fluke that my end-of-leave-year micro break coincided with the famous 'Ambleside Sports' on the last Thursday in July. I only found out about it at the last minute, just before I left home: a special day that celebrates traditional Lakeland events like Cumberland wrestling and, of course, fell racing. So although I was planning three relaxing days in the hills as a break from all the recent road running, I couldn't let up the opportunity to do such a classic race. This was partly also because one the few gaps on my 'classic Lakes race CV' is the Fairfield Horseshoe, which this is a version of. I've walked and jogged it a lot, in fact I first went round it way back in 1988! Normally, I wouldn't have done 11 miles in the hills the day before a big race, but I wasn't bothered as the last thing I wanted was to hammer a hard fell race given all my current road running priorities. After a full breakfast at the Grasmere hostel, I enjoyed the leisurely bike ride down to the sports field and had a coffee while I waited for the race, the first event of the day. A great atmosphere, and more or less perfect conditions, warm but not too hot with a light westerly over the tops. We left the field and headed to a level track that leads to Rydal and from here the main climb up and over Nab Scar begins. This was a bit hot and stifling, and is steep and hard throughout. I felt fairly good, however, although I was inevitably miles off the pace given the obvious fact that I have been focused on short, flat road races for several months. From Heron Pike, I really enjoyed the entire ridge up to Fairfield. I got all the right lines, the views are superb, and I felt comfortable, reaching the summit in a little over the hour. The descent was a different story, sadly, tricky and rocky over Hart Crag and then fast running down to Dove Crag led me to think I was on for a decent time. But the descent then becomes awkward over High and Low Pike. It's been decades since I did this bit of the ridge and I had forgotten it. There are a few tricky rises and some awkward ground, including the bad step and some rocky tracks. I was also caught by a familiar face, Neil from Warrington, and we had a grand old battle down to the sports field, which I lost! We had a pint in the sunshine as the other events took place, and I then cycled back to the hostel for a relaxing evening. A great way to conclude an eventful month.

Kentmere west

Peaks: Ill Bell, Yoke

Area: Kentmere, Lake District

A bonus mini-break to the Lakes. The forecast initially suggested that today would be by far the best weather-wise so I had originally planned a long version of the Kentmere Horseshoe by way of initial preparation for the Snowdonian Marathon. But plans were altered a little due to my late discovery that a classic fell race was scheduled for tomorrow. So I didn't want to empty the tank today, but neither did I want to completely change my plans so I settled on a compromise solution. I parked halfway between Staveley and Kentmere, as the village itself is notoriously tricky to park in. I've done the proper Horseshoe three times I think, including the race itself. But today I jogged up the quiet road over Low Bridge to the lovely village, incredibly tranquil, and then took the ancient tracks towards the reservoir. The valley of the River Kent itself is to the right, with Kentmere Pike (the last peak on the race) rising above. The track was good, and so I made quick progress and that continued round the lake to a short-cut which led across to the vague North-East ridge of Ill Bell. This is very steep indeed, especially towards the top, and I took it very steady in order to save energy. Cloudy but great views down to Kentmere and over to High Street, Froswick and beyond. Towards the central Lakes it was a little more misty so I was quite lucky. From Ill Bell I took the easy path over to Yoke, where a wasp got under my shirt and stung my left shoulder, like a needle. I could still feel it 24 hours later, and the itching continued for days. I cut the boggy corner to the Garburn Pass (Windermere on the right) and then took this back to Kentmere, ancient, rocky and awkward: from memory the race route takes this at the start. A pleasant return to the van and then a late lunch from Booths before checking into the Grasmere youth hostel.

Holyhead Breakwater 5

Race: Holyhead Breakwater 5m (North Wales Championships)

Time/Position: 29:18 (14th from 110 [1st V55])

An unusual and enjoyable race, which takes the slender Holyhead Breakwater all the way to the lighthouse with the Irish Sea on both sides. This makes it rather exposed to the wind, but today those winds were light. That said, it was still enough to slow me down and stop me from recording the sub-29 I had intended to run. I felt good on the outward leg which leaves Holyhead at Newry Beach and heads along Porth y Felin before making its turn towards the breakwater. Like Birkenhead, I felt really good initially, running 3.30km/5.40 mile pace, which would have produced a good time for my age. The breakwater is slightly uneven on large slabs but it was all quite enjoyable until the turn where I began to slow a little. This really worsened on the incline up the gravel back towards Porth y Felin and I lost a significant amount of time here. Fortunately, once back on the tarmac I improved to a fast though depleted finish and at least managed to improve my Birkenhead time from Wednesday, even though I felt I ran better at that race and my pace seemed far quicker (as I still think it was a bit long!). Three very fast V50s in the open race ahead of me, but I did have the consolation of first V55 in the incorporated North Wales Championships, which I have won before in other age categories (13th in the UK rankings). Kate and I then relaxed with a Trearddur Bay coastal walk and paddle as the sun came out. I later found out that I'd broken the all-time North Wales V55 record which has stood since 2008, so that was nice! Also currently 3rd all-time for 5k after the Wirral race, but only 8th all-time for 10k with my Colshaw Hall performance.

Birkenhead 5

Race: Birkenhead Park 5m

Time/Position: 29.27 (29th from 385 [1st V55])

One of the oldest races in the wider region, although I last did it 15 years ago. A strange race tonight: I felt good and was recording fast 5.40 miles throughout the race, but there was a disconnect between what my watch was telling me and what the mile markers were saying. I usually race on instinct but this was unsettling as my Garmin tends to undermeasure everything, especially short races. I paced it well: one fast short lap is followed by three long ones. I consciously eased off for the middle long lap but otherwise kept a good pace ticking over despite the somewhat disappointing result, which does lead me to wonder whether the race was a little long. Still, it was at least a reasonable V55 5 mile time to go along with my reasonable 5k and 10k times, albeit about 30 seconds slower than I had hoped to run and at least a minute slower than my Garmin suggested I was running!

PitP parkrun

'Race': Park in the Past parkrun

Time/Position: 18.17 (1st from 306)

Some kind of speed session was needed after two weeks of plodding up mountains and with two big five mile races coming up. So I trotted across the fields this morning in a pair of ancient shoes, just intending to do a tempo session around the parkrun. To my surprise, however, the first lap was the fastest I have recorded on the course (my 4th time here). This set me up for a decent session and I eventually caught the young lad ahead and another runner to find myself out in front. Not a race, of course, but this was my second first place finish at the event and more or less equalled my best time.

Aoos Gorge

A final outing, jogging along the Aoos Gorge towards the Stomiou monastery. The night before I had paddled in the Aoos before eating trout caught from the river staring up at the old Konitsa bridge, as well as the gorge and Gamila's superb pyramidal peak beyond. This morning I ran from my hotel on the main road to cross the bridge and then along the riverside track up the gorge. Quite delightful although I was now tired! I turned round just before the monastery then took the same track back to the bridge and Hotel Aoos. And that was that. After a spanakopita breakfast I drove through wild and remote mountains (turning back for petrol after 40k!) to Grevena and then the motorway to Vergina and the incredible tomb and treasures of Philip II of Macedon.