Hope parkrun

'Race': Park in the Past parkrun

Time/Position: 18.14 (1st from 282)

I volunteered to help out this morning, organising (some of) the car parking before changing into my running shoes for my third time round this new course. It was a hot and windy day, so I was quite pleased to feel relatively good after the Wirral 5k on Wednesday. A swift first lap, then I settled in and picked off a few fast starters to find myself out in front. I think the time flattered me a little, and I was actually a few seconds slower, but I'll take it. Very nice to get a first-place finish at my new local parkrun, although it's not a race!

Wirral Seaside 5k

Race: Wirral Seaside 5k

Time/Position: 17.35 (19th from 262 [1st V55])

I was a little annoyed that my Dunham Massey time didn't count towards the rankings (even though it was accurately measured) so I was determined to equal or better it tonight. A tailwind would have been nice but sadly it was another warm evening with barely a breath of wind. The time I had in mind was pretty specific - between 17.30 and 17.40. I was fairly confident I should be able to do that if I paced it right, although I also knew that I could easily blow if I went off too fast. In the event, I did go off a little too quick as this race always has lots of very young local runners participating! But I detected it, eased off a tad and got into a pleasingly comfortable (relative!) cruise control as soon as we changed direction and headed east at Leasowe Lighthouse. According to Strava, this was the fastest ever V55 time on the course, although there were no sub-categories tonight so my time was only good enough for second V50. However, it does put me 25th V55 in the UK, which is pleasing: there may be a little more to come off it. My ninth race since turning 55 less than a month ago, laying down reasonable (albeit unspectacular) 10k and 5k times, so it's time for a bit of a rest from racing before rejoining the fray when we get back from Greece.

Fan Frynych

Peaks: Craig Cerrig-Gleisiad, Fan Frynych

Area: Brecon Beacons

Even more tired this morning, after a disrupted 'urban' night in the van in the middle of Cardiff. So a short outing was in order to break the journey home, particularly because the weather had changed and dark clouds were sweeping over the Beacons as I had breakfast in Merthyr. I set off from a car park some way down from the Storey Arms and immediately had a pair of pied flycatcher just seconds after leaving. Lovely woodland gave way to a nice valley, much nicer than the land round the Storey Arms higher up. A steep climb to the south gave way to a broad ridge and lovely path above two or three steep little river valleys. Misty, so I plodded over to the summit of Cerrig-Gleisiad before continuing out to Fan Frynych, now in heavy driving rain. I didn't hang around at the trig, but trotted back down the main valley completely soaked.

Pen y Fan

Peaks: Corn Du, Pen y Fan

Area: Brecon Beacons

In recovery mode for a few days, but also en route to Cardiff in nice weather so I did a quick reprise of the dull route up Pen y Fan from Storey Arms that I did with M a few years ago (immediately after the Farndon 10k and shortly before contracting glandular fever). I can't think of a duller and less scenic route up any UK mountain, really, but it does have some virtues as a quick outing. Hundreds if not thousands of people on it, and I was tired, but did keep a decent pace ticking over but without much running. I was on Corn Du in around 30 minutes, very hot and humid throughout, then across to the crowded top of Pen y Fan with a red kite flying around. Then a jogged descent all the way down: 52 mins in total.

Tattenhall Tough Team

Race: Tattenhall Tough Team

Time/Position: 1.06.24 (15th from 248 [5th team overall])

This has long been a favourite event of mine. It was a race too far, obviously enough, given my current schedule (8th race in three weeks) but I always really enjoy the teamwork and friendly rivalry that the event revolves around. A very hot and humid evening, even by the usual standards of this midsummer race. I don't think I've ever done the event with precisely the same two people, although me and Jez have frequently teamed up over the years. This year our trio was made up with Rob Alexander, quite a bit younger but still in the Vet category. The expectation was that Rob and I would be a little faster on the road with Jez catching up on the hilly off-road section. This is more or less how it panned out, although we did perhaps go off a little fast and I was quite fatigued after two 10k races in the last five days. That said, I felt OK as we went past the Pheasant and started the off-road section up to the familiar twisting route round the Sandstone Trail and eventually down to the dreaded Railway. This is always the crux of the event, and this was definitely my slowest ever climb up! I did get my breath back and the next section was brilliant, all three of us came together and were perfectly matched through the woods and down the fields to regain the road above Burwardsley. The event is always at its best when this happens. Sadly, however, my recent race schedule caught up with me for the long return along the roads to Tattenhall, and I started to blow a bit. It wasn't too disastrous, we all stayed together, but I didn't feel great and the heat and humidity didn't help. By the finish I was badly depleted, and knew I needed some proper recovery time. We should have been first Vet team, just beating our Buckley rivals by a few seconds, but the rules have changed so we weren't!

Warrington 10k

Race: Warrington 10k

Time/Position: 37.01 (12th from 261 [1st V50])

Enthusiasm triumphing over experience here, with two 10k's three days apart, but I am still glad I did this, very close to my old workplace at Padgate and combining nicely with an IKEA trip. I had never done it before, although it is actually the oldest of the various Warrington 10k races (40 years). I've done the nearby Birchwood 10k at least twice, however. After finishing pretty drained with my 36.35 on Sunday, I had no intention of a repeat so deliberately started slowly and steadily on a very warm evening with a heatwave building. The route was tortuous, weaving around 2.5 laps of Woolston Park, and also mildly multi-terrain with gravel, some grass, twists and turns. The tactics worked pretty well, and meant that I did indeed feel more comfortable than Sunday and recorded about the time I had intended to run. In fact I was rather surprised to be just 26 seconds down, so that was something of a confidence boost and suggests I could perhaps take some time off my 36.35 at Colshaw Hall. With Tattenhall Tough Team coming up on Friday, there was even more reason not to drain the tank too excessively! In the event, there were no sub-categories so I was pleased to win the 50-59 category.

Glyder Fach

Peaks: Glyder Fach

Area: Glyderau, Eryri

The forecast this morning was for low cloud to clear quite early, and this seemed to be happening as I approached Ogwen Cottage with mist rolling away from the ridges in spectacular fashion. These conditions are often memorable so it seemed important to get high as soon as possible, not easy with tired legs after yesterday's race. I took a similar direct line up to Bochlwyd as I did in April, and this was to be a similar time-pressed excursion. Above the steps, mist was indeed rolling attractively down into Cwm Bochlwyd. I skirted the lake to find the line of the False Gribin. Remarkably, I have no memory of doing this before - it is the true rocky continuation of the upper Gribin, which is the only properly defined section anyway. As such, it triples the amount of scrambling although it is very mild - a series of miniature detached ridges and short slabby sections until a steeper tower is reached at the end. Sadly, however, the clag didn't clear, and was thick enough to lead to drizzle on the always tricky traverse to Glyder Fach and then the scree descent. In thick mist this is the most confusing terrain in Wales, never the same route twice no matter how many times you've done it! The scree adjacent to Bristly Ridge is unpleasant too, but I got down to the stile in good time then jogged the rest down towards Ogwen Cottage: 1.31 for the mini round.

Colshaw Hall 10k

Race: Colshaw Hall 10k

Time/Position: 36.35 (110th from 1137 [3rd V55])

A route change and a flatter. faster course than the last time I did this race post-pandemic. As a possible result, it was an absolutely stacked field of quality runners and a very congested start down a narrow lane. This meant that I upped the pace a little too much as soon as I had a clear run, and a couple of 3.30 k's were not a good idea. I went through 5k in exactly 18 minutes, which was at the upper end of my plans, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold that pace. So I dropped it a little along the quiet lanes at the far end of the course, beginning to struggle. I didn't want to leave anything behind today: the idea was to at least lay down a decent V55 time with the possibility of improvement later in the year. The time I had in my head was 36.30 and that is almost exactly what I ran. Over two minutes down on my pb but at this stage in my V55 career I will definitely take it! I didn't feel there was too much more to squeeze out, as I finished pretty depleted, but hopefully that's wrong and I can take a little time off this before the end of the current phase.

Trafford 3k

Race: Trafford 3k

Time/Position: 10.34 (12th, heat 4)

I am taking this as nature's way of telling me to retire from track. Not that I have ever done much of it anyway - this is probably my 6th or 7th ever formal track race. It is always a great experience, though, so different from other forms of running, so precise and exacting. I have no idea why I was so slow this evening, as I didn't feel all that bad: but remarkably my pace was actually slower than it was at the multi-terrain 5k last week. I was in track spikes so missed the now familiar propulsion of carbon plate shoes, maybe that was it. I ran 9.49 at my first Trafford 3k about eight years ago but couldn't generate any pace today in a big heat of 25 or more runners. Perfect conditions, making for a pleasant warm down with M and E to refuel with Rudy's Pizza. The time puts me 23rd in the age group UK rankings but that is less than impressive, as not many people do them!

Meerbrook 15k

Race: Meerbrook 15k

Time/Position: 1.02.38 (18th from 235 [2nd V55])

A race I have long been aware of but never got round to doing. It's an unusual distance, tucked away near Leek and the Roaches in the Staffordshire Peak. Ironically enough, I would have been first V50 had I been nine days younger, but instead was beaten into second V55 by local Tim Twentyman, who was going for the regional age group record. We had a grand battle all the way round this very tough course with well over 400 metres of elevation gain. It feels a bit like a fell race in places, and the first hill is the hardest, coming immediately after the start by the village hall. A very long drag which is really steep in places. Great views at the top over this part of the southern Peak on a day of cloud and occasional drizzle. Then came a very fast and very long descent, with myself and Tim equally matched. A loop around the far end towards Wincle (home of the Trout Race) contained a few additional sharp climbs and the terrain inevitably started to take its attritional toll. A more gradual climb from the base was hard, and contained an extra out-and-back during which I started to lose ground. From the highpoint at Gun Hill, a very fast descent at 3.28 pace although I could never quite make up the ground. A decent enough performance on a hard race.

Dunham Massey 5k

Race: Dunham Massey 5k

Time/Position: 17.47 (19th from 208 [1st V55])

Third race in six days since turning 55 and finally a good performance where it all came together. Still almost a minute down on my pb but I think I might scrape into the top 30 in the UK rankings with this time, and possibly fairly high up the all-time NW rankings too. After a long day walking and eating round Manchester with M and E the weather continued unsettled as we arrived in beautiful Dunham Massey, the ideal event to do with E in support as the course was a delightful two and a half lap loop of the grounds. A torrential downpour coincided with the start and, despite feeling a bit stiff and tired all day, I felt pretty good for the first k, gently downhil towards the house (3.19). Then came a little hill and an off-road section, considerably slower especially on the very wet second lap (4th km was a slow 3.46 sadly) before the gentle downhill again and a quick final k (3.21). I felt far better than Christleton, where I ran 17.55 before my birthday, and infinitely better than at Deganwy last Friday, this time there was no blow-up and no fade. Nice to get the V55 prize but even better was the fact that I felt strong throughout, recorded a decent V55 time, and really enjoyed a great event (part of a competitive summer 5k series in eastern Cheshire).

Jubilee Bridge half marathon

Race: Jubilee Bridge half marathon (Runcorn)

Time/Position: 1.24.47 (31st from 734 [2nd V55])

My slowest road half for many years, decades actually. There were a number of reasons, but by far the main one was that I was just too conservative with my pacing. I was conscious that I had blown on Friday, and had a painful experience at Manchester in April. I was also anticipating a headwind battering at various points on the route as it was an unseasonably windy day. Finally, it was very hard to get a sense of where I was in the field, with two races combined meaning it was confusing in places. As a result of all this, I didn't pay much attention to my pace, and felt very comfortable throughout. This, of course, is because I was actually running at marathon pace, not half pace! After an interesting start over the old Runcorn bridge, the route heads through unglamorous industrial estates before a surprisingly rural loop through Hale Village and beyond, a little hilly and windy in places, but the anticipated headwind battering never really materialised. I got a little confused on the second lap, and for a while thought I was on the wrong route, but all became clear eventually and I finally sped up a little on the three mile run in back to the bridge. The last mile was probably the hardest on the route, with a climb up to the bridge and a strong headwind. All in all, a bit of a strange one and a missed opportunity to record a decent time in the new category.

Deganwy Dash

Race: Deganwy Dash 5 mile

Time/Position: 30.08 (12th from 348 [1st V55])

My debut in the V55 category on a beautiful evening along the Conwy estuary. The race didn't go entirely to plan, and I was at least a minute slower than the last time I did it. I was also conscious of the amount of races I have enthusiastically planned over the next few weeks, because I turned 50 at the height of lockdown and was therefore unable to take advantage of being young in the age category! There was a bit of a headwind on the outward leg and I couldn't really hold the pace I started out with, which was a surprise after feeling good on recent preparatory races and parkruns. I caught Will and we were well matched, working together down to the bird reserve into the slight headwind. The twisting bridge always has an adverse effect on times, and did so today as I started to lose ground on the way back to Deganwy. I really started to blow on the last mile as Will pulled ahead, although I didn't lose any more places. Finished in oxygen debt, feeling quite rough, and well down on my best time for the course. Cycled back to Conwy for a recovery pint in the Albion.

Mynydd Myfyr

Race: Mynydd Myfyr hill race

Time/Position: 25.06 (6th from 53 [1st Vet])

A pleasant surprise to finish first V50 in my last ever race in the category - and also, even more surprisingly, the first veteran overall. About 40 or 50 seconds slower than the last time I did this race seven years ago. But it was definitely a tad longer this year, finishing at least 200m beyond the Barley Mow pub, so I think the times are more or less identical, which is pleasing a few days before my 55th birthday. Footwear was a dilemma: I didn't really fancy fell shoes on a route that I remembered containing a lot of road and tracks, as well as the open hill. On the other hand it was raining heavily at the start and I glanced down at my ancient Nike's with a pang of regret. On balance, it was the right choice though and I felt very good on the initial road section from the start next to the Trefonen village shop (which I have fond memories of, as I rehydrated here with a desperate thirst during my 2021 Offa's Dyke completion). The lane gives way to a track which becomes quite steep, and this bit was slippery in my road shoes. It then levels and contours round the back of Mynydd Myfyr before heading up a narrow grassy path to the top. Across the Cynllaith (the longer hillwalking/running event which takes place on the Saturday of the same Trefonen weekend) went up this from a different angle last year: an event I really enjoyed. I lost time on the descent, which was down wet tussocky fields, and I lost contact with the chap in 5th. But as soon as I got to the lanes I was able to open out again and really benefited from the road shoes with a fast finish. After this, Kate and I parked at the Old Racecourse and walked to Selattyn Hill and back: more fond memories of the Offa's Dyke year, exquisite borders scenery, quite wild to the west, pastoral and gentle to the east.

Hope parkrun

'Race': Park in the Past parkrun

Time/Position: 18.41 (3rd from 410)

The idea today was to put in an 85% effort at my new local parkrun, then go flat out at Mynydd Myfyr tomorrow. I did feel more relaxed than at the same event two weeks ago and tried to initiate 'cruise control', but to my surprise I was actually six seconds quicker, which must be a sign that my form is finally improving. It was a little more damp this morning, after the first (light) rain in weeks, but it didn't really hinder things. I jogged there and back across the fields from home again, making a perfect relaxed 10k morning.

Crib Goch

Peaks: Crib Goch, Garnedd Ugain, Yr Wyddfa

Area: Snowdon, Eryri

Morgan's first time across Crib Goch. He is five years older than when I first did it, which is my fault for delaying it so long. This was a great day, although the weather was a little cloudier than the perfect blue skies that have prevailed since I got back from Scotland. I dropped M off at Pen y Pass and drove across the Conwy border to the free lay-by, then ran back up to PyP in 11 minutes. An energetic but satisfying start, and we then set a decent pace on the Pyg track up to Bwlch y Moch, the early clag starting to lift revealing Crib Goch ahead, always an impressive sight. At the bwlch, we headed off and M really enjoyed the East Ridge, up which we took a good line, just picking our way up with the occasional mild tutorial. A little sunshine was playing around as we reached the top of Crib Goch in around an hour from PyP. We then enjoyed a delightful crossing of the ridge, me keeping a close eye on M, but he had no issues and we kept just to the left of the crest, traversed the first two pinnacles and then took a short break below the last one in a pool of warm sunshine. No issues for this, after which the meat of the route is done. We had a snack at Bwlch Goch then really enjoyed Crib y Ddisgyl, sticking to the crest as the clag cleared from Yr Wyddfa. At Garnedd Ugain, we decided to continue to the top of Snowdon (which M had only done twice before) and even popped into Hafod Eryri, which I've never done before. I did offer him the chance to continue around the Horseshoe, but we opted to descend the Miners instead. This was very pleasant, sunny in places and not too crowded. I ran down the side path to Pen y Gwryd in order to retrieve the car, which actually took longer than the run up in the morning. 

Y Garn (Rhinogydd)

Peaks: Y Garn 

Area: Rhinogydd, Eryri

One of Eryri's most obscure and least ascended peaks: even I have only done it once or perhaps twice before. It is isolated from the rest of the Rhinogs, and can only really be climbed from Ganllwyd. I slept in the van by the Afon Mawddach and set off almost as soon as I woke up, around 5.30am. A steep road leads through woodland to beautiful pastures with views across to Rhobell Fawr. These views became truly stunning as the sun rose over that mountain: some light cloud rendering the light and conditions even more magical. Higher up, the path gets quite narrow and difficult to follow, heading along a dry stone wall for a time. The top is a confusing place indeed, with multiple knolls and hollows, only one of which is the high point (48 minutes from the van). Great views over Diffwys and the main Rhinog ridge, with the low sun lighting the landscape to perfection. A gentle and very enjoyable jog down to the van, with a breakfast bacon bap in Bala breaking the journey home (which I reached at 9am!).

Rhinogydd loop from Cwm Mynach

Peaks: Rhinog Fach, Y Llethr, Crib y Rhiw

Area: Rhinogydd, Eryri

Cwm Mynach really is tucked away, a hidden gem even by the standards of the Rhinogydd. If I have been here before, it was a long time ago - with Steve on one of our early traverses of the range around 1990 perhaps? After meeting Hayley and Allan in Dolgellau, I suggested basing ourselves here and doing a southerly loop. This time last year I did the N-S traverse solo, and I always feel the Rhinogs have a sense of occasion to them, it's a special place. The weather was even more perfect than last year, crystal clarity, deep blue skies, as it has been for weeks. Not too hot either, which helped for the long approach along tracks through Cwm Mynach for which we adopted a very gentle jogging approach (they had both done Ras y Gader yesterday). This is a mixture of native woodland and conifers, with lots of cuckoos and wood warblers. Llyn Cwm Mynach is hidden by the trees and the route continues to head north at a crossroads to eventually cross Pont y Brenin at some old cottages (and a slate bothy worth noting!). From here, Rhinog Fach looms from an unfamiliar angle, and getting there was surprisingly simple and well trodden. A little path leads up to lonely Llyn y Bi which I have often looked down on from the ridge above. Then a comfortable contouring path leads up to gain the familiar terrain of the main ridge crossing above Llyn Hywel, one of Eryri's finest spots, looking particularly stunning as we emerged: blue waters shimmering with the sea and Llyn glistening beyond. A rocky haul up Rhinog Fach and then a slightly unwise detour down the steep slopes near the South Ridge right down to the shores of Llyn Hywel. Awkward, although it meant we could avoid the steep scree to Y Llethr by rounding the lake to the west and climbing the vague shoulder which leads to the Llethr plateau. All relatively comfortable, and the theme continues for the grassy runnable terrain heading south with wonderful views of Cader and the sea. We encountered a large group of runners here, the first people we'd seen all day - just like old times in the Rhinogs. At Crib y Rhiw. we skipped over a stile and took a steep path down to old mine workings and this led fairly comfortably back to fire tracks on the other side of Cwm Mynach. We were very dehydrated by this point, as it has been so dry most of the small streams have dried up. A delightful circuit, really enjoyable, and a nice private bathing stream back at the van in Cwm Mynach. After fish and chips in Barmouth I headed towards Ganllwyd and spent the night in the van at Pont Ty'n y Groes.

Christleton 5k

Race: Christleton 5k

Time/Position: 17.55 (130 from 533)

It must be 20 years since I last did Christleton, and this was intended as a pressure-free sharpener in advance of the new age category. The basic plan was to get as close as possible to 18 minutes, so I was very pleased to go under, albeit only by a few seconds. I went off hard, which is inevitable in a hyper competitive field. Very crowded initially, and it did all bring back vague memories. It is one and a half laps on closed roads round the village, slightly reminiscent of Nos Galan in the sense that there's a good atmosphere on the double loop through the village itself, and no traffic. Like Mid-Cheshire and Capenhurst, this race attracts an extremely competitive field from far and wide. I couldn't hold the early pace but did manage to retain a reasonable momentum on the slight gradient back into the finish at the school. Another beautiful warm and sunny evening.

Pandy Quarry climbing

Routes: Brexit Stage Left (f5b:sec), The Urchin (f6a:sec), With the Crowbar (f6a+:sec), Yellow Peril (f5c:led), Alyn Wall (f6a+:sec)

Crag: Pandy Quarry/Pen y Fron

Back on rock for the first time in a very long time, so it was nice to go to a new venue, the slightly scruffy quarry near Pantymwyn that I have ran past a few times but never climbed on. Most of the routes are newly bolted and by the standards of UK quarried limestone (not high!) are worthwhile. We kicked off with an awkward and dusty line on the right and then Peter led the slightly harder line of The Urchin, which was a tad overgraded. The line to its right was better, nice moves shuffling out to a vague arete and finishing up this delicately. I then led the route in the middle, Yellow Peril, which has a steep move at the start but then nice, slabby climbing to a slightly steeper finish on good holds. Overgraded again, and a little dusty, but a nice route and confidence boost. As the sun hit the face, we moved round to the meatier part of the crag on the right, much cleaner and steeper, and a fair bit higher with longish 20m pitches. Peter led Alyn Wall, which was a good route. A vague groove/seam trends left with some tricky moves up to a steep bulge. As my layoff has been so long, I am weak, so was quite pleased just to be able to do the moves without getting overly pumped. We both turned the bulge on the right to an easier finish: nice route up the full length of the face. A pint of Butty Bach in the Crown followed.

Berwyn loop

Peaks: Moel Fferna (630m), Cerrig Coedion (593m), Pen y Lladron (604m), Pen Bwlch Llandrillo (621m)

Area: Berwyn

Some sections of this outing were so obscure that even I had never been there before. The long spell of perfect high pressure continues and I set off from Cynwyd up the familiar route of the North Berwyn Way under deep blue skies. This leads up steep lanes to a now overgrown path through woods (it doesn't seem to be getting enough traffic) and then the wide open spaces of the Berwyn moorland proper. It is a long haul to the top of Moel Fferna - I've done it in 45 minutes in the past but was glad just to break the hour today. So far, so familiar, with the usual expansive views across to Cadair Berwyn (very clear today). However, I then embarked on a long traverse of the undulating land over to the Wayfarer's Pass. This does have a very narrow - 6 inch wide - path through the heather, but it all takes some time as the path is very tenuous and the terrain awkward. Wonderfully empty and remote though, even by the standards of the range. And my feet were dry - this is an extreme novelty in the Berwyn! I passed over the minor top of Cerrig Coediog and then a longer climb up Cefn Perfedd (also known as Pen y Lladron, interestingly) which has two marker stones on top. The path improves and widens over this top although that is temporary. It got a little boggy and hard to follow up to the final top, which I have been up before (many years ago), generally known as Pen Bwlch Llandrillo. From here it is a short trot down to the Wayfarer's Pass. I was much more tired than I had expected to be, and this continued for the long but entirely runnable descent down lovely tracks to Cynwyd, reversing the Tegid Way that we did for our long festive outing in 2019.

Hope parkrun

'Race': Park in the Past parkrun (Hope)

Time/Position: 18.47 (5th from 423)

Just a short jog from home, this new parkrun seemed too good to be true when I first heard about it last week. But after a low key launch last weekend, hundreds had got wind of it this morning, although as I could just jog 2k across the fields from home, parking wasn't an issue for me. The course looked initially like it would be too narrow for the numbers, but actually it seemed to work out fairly well. An initial 1.4km loop goes along the lake to cut back through the restored fort. After a congested start, I deliberately went hard round the first lap and then eased a bit for the second, after which the route embarks on a long out-and-back along the wide track to the far end of the lake. Perfect conditions, beautifully sunny and dry underfoot throughout, although I can imagine muddier scenes in winter. After a good tempo run along the seafront in Rhyl on Thursday, the training is starting to pick up in advance of my imminent age category change!

White Coomb loop

Peaks: White Coomb (821m), Firthhope Rig, Donald's Cleugh Head, Firthybrig Head, Mid Craig

Area: Southern Uplands, Scotland

A magical early morning outing after parking up at Grey Mare's Tail last night. I decided just to get a few hours sleep in the van and start whenever I woke up, as I had to be back home by late morning. It was a really atmospheric place to spend the night and I woke with the first glimmers of light around 4am, very cold again, a light frost, although not as uncomfortable as last night. I made a coffee by the light of my headtorch, then set off in lots of layers up the well-travelled path up the right-hand side of the steep valley containing the Grey Mare's Tail, which wasn't at its best after all the dry weather. As a result, however, I could cross the stream almost immediately above the waterfall and then ploughed up the open hill towards White Coomb. This is the highest point in this part of the Southern Uplands, and the path does get steep at times after the vague top of Tarnberry. But I got to the summit cairn (light frost) in 45 minutes, just as the sun rose at around 5am, an absolutely spectacular moment. With no need to conserve energy, and a need to get home fairly quickly, this was always intended to be a running circuit, so I was delighted to find perfect terrain, tracks and paths leading over the minor bumps like Firthhope Rig all the way round. The sun gradually rose, casting stunning orange light over every nook and crease in the landscape. Needless to say, I was completely alone. I realised that descending to tranquil Loch Skeen would involve bog trotting, and I'd had enough of that, so I contoured trackless terrain to Mid Craig, a sharper summit which I calculated would have a proper path down to the Loch. It did, and the waters edge was wonderful in the morning light. Then came a comfortable trot down the standard path dropping past the waterfall back to the van. Only 90 minutes, but a memorable run in memorable early morning conditions, and the perfect coda to the trip. An easy drive back via breakfast at Annandale, home well before midday.

Glen Spean peaks

Peaks: Beinn a'Chaorainn (1052m), Beinn Teallach (915m)

Area: Glen Spean, Scotland

Perhaps not the best option for my last proper Highlands day of the trip, but it was a Bank Holiday and I wanted to at least be in position for a light traffic drive. That said, given that I had plans to stop for a few hours sleep in the Southern Uplands I probably should have stayed further west. This is because these two are not the most interesting of hills. I drove down Loch Arkaig after yesterday's peaks, got a few provisions in Spean Bridge, then slept at the Creag Meagaidh reserve, where I have spent the night before. It was very cold in the night, at least -3C, possibly lower, and uncomfortable at times in the van. Having already done a lot of the mountains in the area, I drove to Roughburn where - after a nightmarish hour looking for my van keys - I set off through the forest towards Beinn a'Chaorainn. This is a runnable track initially, although I was obviously rather fatigued. It leads to a further very vague route through thick conifers then pathless terrain to the knolls of Meall Clachaig. Above this, I stumbled across a much better path, which led to a bouldery section reminiscent of the Carneddau and eventually the south summit of Charorainn, which has three distinct little tops although with little between them. The route across was probably the highlight of the day, really pleasant although short lived as I was moving reasonably quickly, and the views across to Creag Meagaidh and (especially) behind to the Grey Corries and Ben Nevis were excellent. The cwms east of the ridge are also wild and rocky, easily the best side of the profile. The day was cloudless with superb visibility but not too hot with a cool breeze. The central top was the summit, and I descended trackless ground after the north top, probably too early, to gain the broad col of Tom Mor. From here, I made my way up to the NNE ridge of Teallach which was surprisingly enjoyable, and not too long. This is because Beinn Teallach is the lowest Munro of all, and was only promoted after a remeasure in the 1980s (this was my 156th Munro, although I always say I am not a 'bagger'). I had a nice rest picking out peaks in the stunning weather on the summit. The descent was a delightful jog on springy turf initially, but deteriorated to unpleasant bog below, after which the trudge back to the car was longer and harder than I had anticipated. I was really quite tired by now, after 7000-8000m of elevation gain since Wednesday afternoon and the marathon still in my legs. I then drove to Grey Mare's Tail near Moffat, not pleasant with Bank Holiday traffic clogging the roads around Perth and Edinburgh so it was a relief to stop for a kebab in Penicuik (!) before continuing via Peebles and St Mary's Loch in perfect evening weather.

Loch Arkaig peaks

Peaks: Sgurr nan Coireachan (953m), Garbh Chioch Beag, Garbh Chioch Mhor (1013m)

Area: Knoydart, Scotland

Knoydart is one of Scotland's wildest and most wonderful corners, and this was my third visit. Strictly speaking, these hills are not in Knoydart proper, but they have all the attributes of the area. I did Sgurr na Ciche from Sourlies in April 1998 with Rob and Pete, but am almost certain we descended the gully rather than continuing over this ridge. After a leisurely breakfast by the van, I got on the bike and was delighted to be able ride all the way past Glendessary lodge to the last cottage in the valley, shaving 3k or so off a lengthy outing. From here, a long and boggy trudge along the path to Sourlies, which I vaguely remembered from 1998. After a few miles, a path branches off for the first peak, Coireachan, and rather like Gulvain on Friday it is bleakly obvious that this will be a relentless haul. It was, although relieved by increasingly interesting views to the west and wild Loch Nevis. Towards the top, like Fraoch Beinn yesterday, it eases and becomes a pleasant ridge for a short while to the summit. Superb views over to Garbh Chioch Mhor and Sgurr na Ciche, right up there as a Highlands view. Beyond Loch Nevis, Eigg and Rum, picking out all the summits I did on my 2021 visit. Further right, and closer, Loch Quioch and the peaks like Spidean Mialaich that I did this time last year. The ridge drops very steeply and loses a lot of height to the Bealach Coire nan Gall. The rest of the ridge is complex with lots of little crags, but really enjoyable. I tried to scramble where I could but the whole thing was wonderful, in perfect weather with light fluffy clouds and glorious sunshine, never too warm. The smaller summit is taken in before an even better rocky ridge curves round to the summit of Garbh Choich Mhor. I had this to myself, even better views west, then descended to the atmospheric little col of the Feadan na Ciche, last visited 27 years ago. That day was cold with wet snow, but as I had already done Sgurr na Ciche I cut the traverse short and descended the wonderful rocky gully to the west, which is the only escape route. This is steep and weaving, with some light scrambling, and eventually allows for an escape east over the pass that forms the gates of Knoydart. The return path back to Glen Dessary is fairly arduous as it is so boggy. But it went reasonably well and I was back at the bike in just under four hours, which isn't too bad given the nature of the terrain. A lovely gravel ride back to the car and a much needed feed.

Fraoch Beinn

Peaks: Fraoch Beinn (858m)

Area: Glen Dessary, Scotland 

It was wonderful to be back at the remote far end of Loch Arkaig, 27 years since I was last here en route to Sourlies bothy. Although the lake is quite tame at the eastern end, by the time you get to Strathan along a tortuous narrow road it takes on its Western Highlands ambience, and the weather was now definitively improving. A bank holiday weekend, so lots of people had the same idea, but I got a perfect overnight spot a mile or two east of Strathan. The dominant mountain from here is Sgurr Thuilm, which I did from Glenfinnan a few years ago. I was tired after the parkrun and the last few days so pinpointed Fraoch Beinn, a Corbett not far from the roadhead, as the ideal afternoon outing. I cycled down to Strathan and then along the track for a mile or so before leaving the bike and striking up towards the south-west ridge. I left the big track fairly quickly and just picked my way up, there was no path as far as I could tell, which tends to happen as soon as you leave the munros. The weather was constantly improving and the views were superb - Gulvain, Streap and Thuilm the most notable but the mountains of Knoydart also coming into view. The ridge begins to coalesce towards the top but progress was tiring for obvious reasons. Eventually I found a little path and the top section was really enjoyable. From the top, new views over Loch Quioch and the peaks I had enjoyed so much this time last year. Sgurr Mor was also impressive. I tried to follow the path on the descent but lost it fairly quickly, descending steep slopes back to the track and bike. A tranquil evening on the shores of Loch Arkaig.

Fort William parkrun

'Race': Fort William parkrun

Time/Position: 20.15 (5th from 66)

With my imminent age category change, I was conscious that I can't be constantly plodding slowly up hills, so I mixed things up with a parkrun this morning. And a splendid parkrun too, around the Nevis range north of Fort William, which I recognised from the mountain bike world championships I think. Not the quickest course, as you might expect, and I was obviously rather tired after the last few days. But it went fairly well, a gentle drag on forest tracks before a rapid downhill to the turn, and then an undulating finale along firepaths, forest tracks and dirt paths, quite reminiscent of Llandegla. A final little hill and a slow time, but acceptable in the circumstances. I then drove all the way to Strathan at the end of Loch Arkaig, a complete contrast.

Gulvain

Peaks: Gulvain (987m)

Area: Kinlocheil, Scotland

This peak is usually referred to as 'secretive' or 'mysterious'. It is indeed hidden from most roads and appealingly remote, and it ticked a lot of boxes for me today, forming the perfect transitional outing as I made my way to the wild west. I had camped in a superb spot at Callop, looking up at Sgurr Guibhesachan, a peak I did a few years ago, while drinking tea and having my evening meal. Part of the appeal of Gulvain was the potential to cycle a fair bit of the approach so that's what I did next morning, another late start waiting for an improvement in the weather which was still a bit drizzly, cold and claggy. The ride was really enjoyable, up a good track from Kinlocheil through Gleann Fionnlighe, which becomes increasingly wild and delightful. At Dail nan Uamachan, there is an old deserted building, and after this the track deteriorates but remained mostly rideable on my gravel bike. Gulvain now emerges properly ahead, a huge lump from this angle. I left my bike at the edge of the woodland and continued on foot up the glen, now wide open. At the end looms a bleakly obvious 700m slog up the south-western slopes. This was hard work, a relentless grind, although it was enlivened by changing weather patterns with threatening clouds over Moidart and nice views across to the nearby Sgurr Thuilm ridge I did in 2021. The steepness eases at a mini-plateau, when it started to rain and the mist came down at this point. A short rocky section leads up to a trigpoint, which for some reason is on this lower South Summit, meaning that apparently many people miss the main summit, which is much further away. No such issues for me, as the mist cleared and I could see the lovely looking ridge ahead. The cloud base constantly flirted with the summit, but from time to time I could see down to the wild valleys on either side and ahead to Strathan where I intended to head next. The ridge is nicely narrow in places and I wanted it to go on for much longer. The summit finally comes, miles from the road with a powerfully remote atmosphere although again the mist came down as I reached it. Gulvain is actually an anglicisation of Gaor Bheinn, which seems odd for such a hidden mountain. I had a snack at the only sheltered spot near the south top, and then the only alternative is to reverse steps back to the bike (2:50 and 13k/1200m, not including the biking). The weather never fully cleared and it was cold throughout, but Gulvain was an excellent option today. Back at the van, I had lunch and then headed back to Callop for another pleasant evening, with a bit more sunshine this time.

Beinn Achaladair, Beainn a'Chreachain

Peaks: Beinn Achaladair (1038m), Meall Bhuidhe, Beinn a'Chreachain (1081m)

Area: Breadalbane, Scotland

These two were a pleasant surprise, and considerably more interesting than their more famous neighbour Beinn Dorain which I remember slogging up a few days after the Jura Fell Race in 2014. In fact, both felt wilder than the average Southern Highlands peak, which might be due to their position. The weather changed in the night, with rain giving way to morning drizzle, low cloud and much colder temperatures. So I took my time, had a bacon bap, and relaxed for a bit before detecting an improvement (which was forecast) and setting off from the bleak car park near Achaladar farm. A trudge across moorland leads to the bigger slog up Coire Achaladair: I had been up this before en route to Dorain and it is a fair old slog. The cloud was lifting a little, although slowly, and I felt much better than yesterday after a good night's sleep. In fact I was surprised how good I felt, which boded well for future outings on this trip, the marathon seemingly out of my legs. At the top of the Coire, an easing and then a very windy few minutes at the broad col. This wind turned into a tailwind up to the South top of Achaladair, although it was also very cold, quite an intense windchill. Occasional glimpses through the mist towards Rannoch Moor. During one clearance I assumed I was looking across to the final peak of Beinn a'Chreachain. It was actually just the main Achaladair summit, which I reached fairly quickly as the mist came down again: very cold so I didn't hang around. The weather finally cleared properly just after I left the summit, revealing the superb crags to the north, as well as the vast expanse of Rannoch Moor. A steep descent with some rocky sections to Bealach an Aoghlainn. A steep pull from this gains the subsidiary summit of Meall Bhuidhe, now in sunshine. Superb views over the Southern Highlands. I still felt fresh for the final climb to Beinn a'Chreachain, not as shapely as Achaladair but nicely remote feeling and a long way from any road, reminiscent of a peak much further north. Again, it was cold and windy but now sunny with light mist. The route down was delightful, down a broad ridge initially and then down runnable grass to the wild cwm containing Lochan Chreachain. I had a snack here and a drink from the stream. Lower down, the path hugs the side of a steep stream down to wonderful Caledonian pines and the Water of Tulla, which has to be forded (there used to be a bridge). Beinn Achaladair looks very impressive here. Finally, a long slog along the tracks to Achaladair Farm and the remains of a C17 castle, and then the car for a much needed feed. Better, but also longer at 22.5k/1450m, than I had anticipated.

Beinn Chabhair

Peaks: Beinn Chabhair (933m)

Area: Loch Lomond, Scotland

As an innocuous little hill above Loch Lomond that I had never done, this seemed an ideal way to kick off my Highlands trip, particularly as I was still depleted after Manchester. The usual routine: 6am start, breakfast in Lancaster, lunch at Firkin Point, Loch Lomond. However, I either underestimated the hill or was still tired after Manchester (or, more likely, a combination of the two). I parked at Inverarnen in Glen Falloch at the top of Loch Lomond and walked through the campsite to the surprisingly obscure sidepath that leads off from the West Highland Way. This is very steep initially, although I felt OK up to an easing through a stream valley, Beinglas falls and woodland with views across to the Arrochar Alps. It was a beautiful afternoon: warm and sunny. The second part of the route is gentler but very boggy even after a dry spell. It had a moorland feel, albeit with nice views of the summit ahead, which looked closer than it was due to the complexity of the route. It follows the route of the Ben Glas burn up to Lochan Beinn Chabhair in a nice position below the peak. The route then turns left up a steep stream valley and then becomes quite tortuous, surprisingly so, and similar in character to the Arrochar Alps across the valley - lots of craggy humps and hollows with the path twisting between them. Nice sunlit views across to An Caisteal and other southern mountains. Finally, after numerous false summits, the route kinks south towards Loch Lomond and a short pleasant ridge leads to the summit. Lovely views of the Southern Highlands with fluffy clouds above and a nice sense of anticipation at the start of another Highlands trip. This all took far longer than I expected though, and I definitely felt the marathon in my legs - and this continued on the descent. I had a bath in the River Falloch and then retired for seafood chowder in Tyndrum before parking up at a favourite nook in Dalrigh.

Manchester Marathon

Race: Manchester Marathon

Time/Position: 3.07.19 (1281 from 24,000)

I last did Manchester in 2013, when the course had been wrongly measured and all the results were declared null and void. This was a shame, as it was a PB for me at the time - it took me until 2021 to get back to that level with my first post-Covid London. The idea today was to get my London qualifying time back: even though I've done London 12 times I still feel I'm missing out when I don't do it. As usual, I hadn't done enough long runs on tarmac at race pace, and this year that was combined with a general lack of racing. In particular, I would usually have a fast half marathon in my legs. That was all missing, but it still went well on the long haul out from Old Trafford through Sale (where we had parked) to Altrincham. I went through half in 1.29, feeling reasonable although not brilliant. It was too warm, and the heat was starting to build on the mild hills around Altrincham and Timperley: unbroken sunshine throughout. I vaguely remembered bits of this southern suburban section from 2013, although the course was generally pretty different. At the 16 mile mark I began to slow, and at 30k I started to implode in classic fashion. I then just went from gel to gel, losing energy pretty rapidly when they worked their way through the system. I had a couple of really grim patches, worse than I have experienced for years, and obviously lost a lot of time as a result. But I just about held it together to get to the last 5k, which I jogged in, upping the pace for the final section along Denmark Road and up Oxford Road to the University, which made a brilliant finish for obvious personal reasons.

Tryfan

Peaks: Tryfan

Area: Glyderau, Eryri

A very quick morning jaunt up one of my favourite scrambles, the Little/North gully combination on Tryfan's East Face. Given the modern popularity of the North Ridge, this route has become even more valuable as a way of avoiding the hordes, even though I've been doing it for decades. Took a direct line up to the Heather Terrace, then the usual boulder hopping along the terrace to the start of Little Gully. This is always very enjoyable, a romp on huge holds enlivened today by a raven cronking at me constantly from just a metre or two away, presumably nesting nearby (they nest early). Up into the wide top section of North Gully, then curving upwards the finally gain the tricky slab that leads to the summit from this side. Saw nobody until the top, and even then only two or three. Nice weather, hazy sunshine with a little cloud building. Then it was down the western gully, then taking the new steps which leads pretty comfortably in a long sweeping (but gentle) line back to Ogwen. Around 1.15 for the sub-5k loop.

Zarnesti Gorge

Even deeper into the heart of Transylvania, via the tiny branch line that allows Zarnesti to be reached from Brasov. Zarnesti is the end of the line, but also the start of the high mountain ridge of the Piatra Crailului. I emerged from the train into subzero conditions and a freezing wind: the forested high ridge caked in snow with all the trees draped in white. My guesthouse was just a room in a house and it was right at the far end of the fairly sizeable village/town (because it housed a secret weapons plant in the Communist era). After a quick chat with the owner, I settled in to the front bedroom and pondered my options. The high ridge looked unfeasible, partly for weather reasons and partly because I was conscious of the high bear population, by far the highest in Europe! Solo, at this time of year, it seemed wise to take precautions despite the extremely unlikely scenario (and in many ways I would have loved to have seen one). I also thought about running to Bran castle, which was entirely feasible. But in the end, the location of the house very close to the entrance of the Piatra Crailului National Park swung it, and I set off in a heavy snow flurry up a little road leading towards a valley splitting the high main ridge on the right, and a range of lower hills left. It was very atmospheric, the epitome of what you might expect the Transylvanian mountains to look and feel like. Native woodland on all sides, wild silence, icy blasts from the high peaks. The road became a track and it became quite eerie in the heavy snow for a short while, although higher up two or three cars were parked. Looking at the park map, I wasn't too far from Zarnesti gorge so after poking around a bit higher up I decided and out-and-back would be a sensible objective, so did this, through deep dark woods to the entrance to the gorge - a thin but decent covering of snow throughout, which continued a I rounded the corner in to the tight limestone walls of the gorge. This twisted and turned and was pretty wonderful, with wild mountain sides higher up and dark threatening skies above: memorable. I had walked up to this point, but ran all the way back down (between 5 and 6k back to the village) as the snow stopped and a tiny hint of sunshine peeked through. The rest of the trip was more urban and 'train based', up to Sighisoara via Brasov, and then back to Bucharest on the slow train from Vienna.

Tampa

Peaks: Tampa (960m)

Area: Brasov, Romania

A classic urban mountain, Tampa provides a lovely backdrop to the beautiful centre of Brasov and made a perfect mini objective this afternoon. The weather did indeed worsen overnight, with a snowy but highly atmospheric train journey over the Predeal Pass into Brasov and Transylvania proper. Brasov is lower, so there was no snow, but after checking into my room, lots of flurries and absolutely bitter windchill characterised the rest of the day. A running approach seemed sensible, so I waited for a heavy snow flurry to clear then set off in sunshine through the lovely centre towards the set of steps that lead to the 'serpentine', a zigzag path giving walkers access to the summit. This was perfect, suiting a fast approach, and I reached the top in 21 minutes (the Strava segment anyway). I then went east towards the giant Romanian flag, which was awkward to reach and obviously not encouraged. It wasn't the summit anyway, so I headed there next via a viewpoint above the Hollywood style Brasov sign that dominates the city. The main summit is just above, and from here there are great views towards the mountains around Poiana Brasov (Varna for example) bringing back memories of that insanely adventurous 1986 skiing trip! Bitterly cold, with more snow flurries, and it took some time for me to find the descent (I wanted to go down a different way to keep it interesting). But when I did it was superb. The beautiful valley framed by Racadau was in front, but I dropped down the Valea Boului through lovely pine woods. A short contouring section, fast running, and then it was back into the Brasov streets where I extended the run as I was in road shoes, down the quiet Strada Fagetului which my guesthouse was on. Refuelled on magnificant Mititei and fried potatoes at the atmospheric La Ceaun as the snow fell outside.

Sinaia hills

Peaks: Furnica (2103m), Piatra Arsa (2044m), Pintenui Pietrei Arse (1962m), Jepii Mari (2071m), Varful cu Dor (2030m) 

Area: Sinaia, Romania

A trip to Romania during an unseasonably cold snap, unluckily coinciding with perfect British springtime weather. So not the best timing, but after two nights in Bucharest I got the train to Sinaia, which is not formally part of Transylvania, but marks the start of the mountains that encircle it. Looking at the forecast, time was of the essence, as this Saturday looked like the last window of any kind before it got really bad. So the hour long delay at the Gara de Nord, sitting on the train after it arrived from Constanta, was annoying. Still, we made it in to Sinaia around midday, mountains looming all around but particularly impressive to the west. Then came another time delay, as my hotel was well outside the town, so it took a while to ditch my luggage and head back to town - at least 6 or 7k. However, a huge bonus as I realised the cable car was running, very early in the season and presumably because it was a weekend and the last feasible day before the weather changed. So I didn't look a gift horse in the mouth, and took the gondola up the middle station, then the spectacular top cable to Cabana 2000 just below the summit of Furnica. There was a fair bit of snow around, with more threatening, but it looked like showers rather than anything more serious. So I plodded up to Furnica to decide what to do, and what looked feasible. The highest peaks around the much higher Omu, above 2500m, were obviously out, totally plastered in very deep snow and with low cloud covering the plateau. I was only in trail running shoes so hatched a plan based on judgment and experience. I descended the steep slopes north of Furnica, a tiring combination of neve, soft snow and scree. At the bottom, a rolling plateau stretches out so I plodded up to the named peak of Piatra Arsa where I took stock again. To the west, what I took to be the Fagaras range looked wild and wonderful, with black clouds threatening. My route now seemed obvious, so I negotiated a large snowfield, tiring with the occasional soft bit, down to the little conglomerate pinnacle that turned out to be the Pintenui, a mini scramble and a superb viewpoint down hidden valleys like Pelesului right down to my hotel. From here, another snowfield down to a col, and then a lovely narrow path leading through juniper copses high above the Sinaia valley to Jepii Mari. I then more or less retraced my steps but took a direct line across to Furnica, much further east above the valley. The weather was very changeable throughout, and very cold, but nothing compared to what was to come so I extended the day towards the appealing peak of Varful cu Dor further south along the Drum de Vara. This was lovely, albeit marred by ski developments. A steep scramble to the top, for superb views down to Vanturis to the south, pristine forested valleys everywhere, and a galaxy of peaks to the west. Snow showers created spectacular effects as they tracked across the landscape. A wonderful place to sit for a while, but I was getting hungry so it was back to Furnica for the cable car down, where I stopped at the middle station for a magnificent ham and cascaval pancake, made in front of me at a outdoor stall, plus a Timisoreana beer, before getting one of the last gondolas back to Sinaia. 

Glyder Fach direct

Peaks: Glyder Fach

Area: Glyderau, Eryri

Time pressed, which was a bit of a shame as a chilly easterly gave rise to superb clarity of light this morning. I had a yen to revisit the main cliff of Glyder Fach, never the best choice in the morning as it is sunless and slightly grim as you approach through Cwm Bochlwyd. But I set a decent pace and was at the Alphabet Slab in 40 minutes or so. Quite some time since I was last here, although it was once a regular haunt and I have done a lot of the classic climbs here. Nothing like that today, as I scrambled up the side of the slab then took the surprisingly narrow and delicate traverse along its top to sidle into East Gully above the hard section. It was pretty dry and gave pleasant scrambling through the narrow section until it opens out above a capstone. It has the virtue of directness and in fact this entire line is pleasingly direct from the car park - almost arrow straight to the true summit of Fach. Extraordinary clarity: the Isle of Man perfectly clear directly above Nant Francon and Anglesey. The Wicklow Hills, Plynlimon and every Eryri peak all visible - every line and crevice clearly visible. The classic view of the Snowdon group above Castell y Gwynt was most notable, and I traversed the latter before dropping down the Gribin back to the car 90 minutes after starting.

Round the Bays 30k

The reverse, anticlockwise, version of a marathon training run I last did a couple of years ago. This also had some hilly variations, leaving Pabo Lane to head to Glanwydden, and then up the brutally steep Derwen Lane which brings you out at the top of Penrhyn Bay and ultimately the Little Orme. From here, delightful plodding along the Llandudno prom then around the Orme with seals groaning below and fulmars on their nesting sites. I didn't feel particularly brilliant, and had hoped to run a bit further, but I got it done.

Cadair Bronwen

Peaks: Cadair Bronwen

Area: Berwyn

A very pleasant afternoon outing with Morgan, temporarily home from Manchester. The weather was far better in the east, so we took the familiar steep road up from Llandrillo past fields of lambs to the crossroads. It has been a dry March, so the plod up Bronwen was less boggy than usual. A cold wind blew on the summit, -10 windchill according to the forecast. It wasn't that bad but it was still too cold to relax so we descended to Ffordd Saeson and took the contouring path round to join the ascent. We took in Moel Ty Uchaf stone circle on the way down, in a stunning sunburst, perfectly timed, illuminating the hillside. Then a very pleasant, albeit chilly, pint overlooking the Dee at the Grouse in Carrog.

Green Man 'race'

Not really a race, but a pairs event hatched from the fertile mind of John Morris. I remember doing a hare and hounds type event that he organised years ago, following sawdust arrows, and this was similar. It was a pairs event, so Hayley and I teamed up for a very enjoyable trot. I think we got every route choice 'wrong', although they were entirely random, following the arrows on a pointless extra loop, then down a very steep mountain bike track. Excellent fun, and we were first team back to the 'Green Man' (hidden in an obscure part of the woods) in 41 minutes as dusk fell.

Snowdon Horseshoe

Peaks: Crib Goch, Garnedd Ugain, Yr Wyddfa, Lliwedd

Area: Snowdon, Eryri

The classic horseshoe, done the conventional way round this year rather than the more unusual clockwise direction taken last spring. In our late teens, back in the 1980s, we developed a tradition of doing the Snowdon Horseshoe every spring: it didn't last long but it doesn't have to be much to become a 'tradition' when you're young! I've revived it recently - indeed I recall a stunning outing in perfect full winter conditions on St David's Day a few years ago. I moved pretty quickly this morning, up to a breezy Crib Goch summit in 44 minutes (after cycling up to PyP from the Cromlech layby). A wonderful crossing, taking good lines with the ridge almost to myself after passing lots of early starters lower down. At Bwlch Glas I encountered the inevitable crowds so wasted no time, just passing the summit then down to the Watkin Path for a steep descent to Bwlch y Saethau. I had forgotten the quality of the scrambling up Lliwedd if you stick to the crest as it has been quite a few years since I did if from this direction. Then a long and tiring descent from Lliwedd to Llyn Llydaw, on comfortable steps lower down but awkward higher up. Then the final 3k run down the Miners to PyP: a respectable 2.40 for the round (2.21 moving time) which is substantially quicker than when we used to do it as young men!

Capenhurst 5m

Race: Capenhurst 5m (Borders League race 4)

Time/Position: 29.36 (80th from 401)

The standard Capenhurst two lapper, and almost certainly my slowest ever time on a course I have done many times. One of my worst ever finishing positions too, but I'm not too discouraged because this indicates I'm about where I want to be as I begin to ramp up the training en route to my next birthday and new category! I didn't have much of a plan aside from maintaining a good consistent sub-6 minute mile pace. As such, I felt reasonably comfortable and my HR started to drop towards the end, which I'm taking as another positive. Lovely spring weather: cold, crisp and sunny. Always a hyper-competitive field, with around 100 runners going sub-30.

Heswall-Penyffordd

Another one of those 'making marathon training interesting' routes I have thought about for a while. Just before lockdown, I ran from Kinnerton to West Kirby, continuing to Hilbre as a walk. This was considerably shorter at 17 miles, and in reverse, first using the Borderlines train service to my planned start in Heswall. It went pretty well, although I should have just gone direct to the Wirral Way, rather than what I did - which was run direct to Two Mills. Not great, although you can stay off the road. Then it was off down Woodbank Lane (amazingly quiet given its environs) across the border to the Deeside industrial estate. From here, through Queensferry and then it gets hilly, up to Hawarden and through Tinkersdale to Penyffordd and the car at the station.

Moel Fferna-Dee Valley run

Peaks: Vivod, Moel Fferna

Area: Berwyn, Eryri

Another of my occasional exercises in maximising a mountain. In this case, Moel Fferna from Llangollen, quite a lengthy haul with a very long extension back along the meandering course of the Dee. Beautiful early spring weather, which has always been my favourite time of year in the Welsh hills. A bit of haze today, but delightfully still with birdsong as I climbed up onto the bridleway that marks the start of the North Berwyn Way from Llangollen. This is very steep, and very old, and eventually emerges into the upland plateau leading to Vivod: very open ground and always enjoyable running, with lots of space and fairly gentle gradients. I was on top of Vivod in around 41 minutes from Llangollen, so not too bad as it is 6k and almost 2000ft of elevation. I felt pretty good and then really enjoyed the next section of the Berwyn Way through conifer woods and open ground to the top of Moel Fferna, a much more remote hill. I have generally run this the other way round in the past, from Cynwyd, but both directions are great. Big skies as ever from Moel Fferna, which I have hardly ever seen anyone on in more than a dozen visits. The descent to Carrog is wonderful, albeit tricky in places, and I then had to wake the 90-something chap serving in the ancient 'garage' to buy unrefrigerated lucozade and chocolate! Thus fortified, I crossed the Dee bridge below the Grouse Inn and embarked on the long second leg, along the undulating but extremely quiet lanes north of the Dee that eventually lead to Rhewl, then the Horseshoe Falls and back to Llangollen along the canal. Just under 20 miles, so good marathon training quite apart from being another delightful three hour Berwyn loop.

Pendle Round

Race: Stan Bradshaw Pendle Round (15k/600m)

Time/Position: 1.23.30 (60 from 251)

Many years ago, I did the full Tour of Pendle from Barley - I still remember how long and complex the route was. We also did the fell relays here around more recently, still at least a decade ago! So it was a little surprising that hardly any of this classic race rang a bell, although that might just be the ageing process. Whatever, it was a really enjoyable event, which was especially pleasing given the extent to which I have been struggling in the hills recently. I was quite conservative in my approach, perhaps expecting more of a battering by the route and very conscious of recent struggles I've had in fell races - in particular, I'd anticipated a brutal sting-in-the-tail which never really materialised. I started fairly well, and tried to keep a decent pace going over all the way to the trig on Pendle itself, 24 minutes from Barley. Then comes a glorious looping gradual descent down Pendle Moor with Clitheroe far below to the west. This is boggy but really enjoyable with sunny spring-like skies above and classic northern English scenery throughout. Eventually, Apronfull hill is reached before a steep descent via Badger Well to the little lake of Churn Clough. Above this, a very steep climb ended quickly and gave way to contouring across to Stainscomb. Then the final climb up a shallow valley to Driver Height. I began to lose ground here, with at least 10 runners passing me, despite finding it easier than expected. But no matter, I enjoyed the very muddy and awkward descent back down to Lower Ogden and the lane back to Barley. Not a very appropriate St David's Day outing, but I was back on Welsh soil in good time!

Eglwyseg round

One of those long runs that I have filed in the recesses of my mind but never got round to before. With Manchester looming, there is a need to start upping the distances. I've pushed a few 'canal runs' up to around 15 miles over the last few weeks but put this old plan in action this morning, which was almost spring-like at times. I parked at Minera lead mines, interesting in itself, then ran along the lanes to the streets of Rhosllanerchrugog, definitely one of the most fascinating towns in Wales. Through the streets to Pen y Cae and other outliers before negotiating the lanes down towards Garth. At this point the landscape decisively changes from semi-industrial to properly rural, and then when you round the corner you get to the Panorama road. This is always fabulous, and was today, with Dinas Bran glinting in the sunshine - even more springlike. Then came the very long but very enjoyable lanes below the crags of Eglwyseg all the way up to World's End, and then the sharp climb up to the top of Ruabon Moor. Then the lane finally descends to Minera. Hard to know what the best description for this is: a loop or 'round' of Ruabon Moor, or Esclusham, or Eglwyseg, whatever you choose to call the upland area west of Wrexham!

Tejina

Peaks: Tejina (605m)

Area: Tegueste, Tenerife

We left Vilaflor yesterday and travelled along the east coast to Anaga, a place I have long wanted to visit. However, while I was expecting an esoteric destination, far from the Tenerife crowds, it was actually rammed full of tourists (and is not far from the biggest city of Santa Cruz). That said, the lauresilva cloud forest was just what I had expected - similar to its neighbours on Madeira and small parts of Gran Canaria. It is dense and green and moss-covered, very atmospheric. After a night in Tacoronte, I was keen to avoid the crowds so we drove to nearby Tegueste where we had seen a suitable route up the ridge that frames the town and ultimately drops into the sea. The edge of Anaga I suppose, all very green. We walked through the town in wonderful weather, after damp drizzle yesterday afternoon, dazzling blue skies above. Above the town, a small road gave way to a cobbled track, which weaves around the hillside to gain an obvious col/pass with views down to the sea at Punta Hildalgo. Behind, the towns of the north coast with Teide looming spectacularly behind, a constant presence. Closer, typical Canarian scenes of cactus, native flora and the endemic Tenerife lizard with its blue spots. The final section contoured above the valley, mildly exposed in a few places, reaching a further mini-col and then a plateau with superb views of the Atlantic. The sound of the huge rollers was ever-present, despite them being 600m below, and we then went down to watch them closer at Punta Hidalgo with shellfish soup and calamares romana.

Teide

Peaks: El Teide (3715m)

Area: Teide, Tenerife

I can think of very few parallels to Teide. I first saw it from a plane, flying back from the Gambia in 2018. It utterly dominates its landscape in a way few other peaks can match, not even Etna - the most obvious comparison. That first view impressed me so much that a few months later (February 2019) I was on Tenerife to climb it (having long ago done Mulhacen, the highest peak on mainland Spain, along with many other iconic and notable Spanish mountains!). That day, I'd set out in sleet which turned into an extraordinary blizzard and I ended up retreating from below the refuge. I really wanted to put that right, so reserved a summit permit months ago (they are free but have to be booked months in advance to prevent all the cable car types from wandering up to the top). I left Vilaflor at 6.30am, stopping at Las Canadas to experience the night skies before sunrise - stunning, although a very bright full moon. I parked at the same place as last time below Montana Blanca and set out with glimmers of light and the sky glowing to the east. After 15 minutes light jogging, the sun rose casting a stunning glow and illuminating the entire mountain - deep orange and ochre shades of pumice. A ranger checked my permit before I'd even started up the steeper slopes. At Montana Blanca, the track gives way to a zigzag path above the Teide eggs (accretion balls). This is where the blizzard really worsened six years ago. It is relentlessly steep all the way to the Altavista refuge, and my decision then was vindicated by the fact that the zigzags get vague and indistinct towards the top before coalescing again just below the hut. It is also a very steep and relentless haul with awkward lava shelves in places. I reached the Altavista in 90 minutes or so, which isn't bad considering the vertical interval with the altitude now starting to really kick in. This meant the next section through the lava fields to the final summit cone was much slower and harder than it would normally have been. It is known as La Rambleta and it weaves through the lava, less steeply than the lower section to the hut but still fairly draining. Then comes a level section below the summit cone during which I encountered tourists for the first time. I arrived at the little hut controlling access to the summit bang on my ETA just after 9am, a little under two hours from the car - all worked fine although I had to show my passport! And then it was up the final route, Teleforo Bravo to the true summit at 3715m. At this altitude, physical effort really does become noticeably harder and it has been a few years since I was up this high. Still, I got to the true summit in around 2:20 from the road, which is respectable enough. As expected, the views were of the 'helicopter variety' which is always what happens when one peak completely dominates - in some ways the views from the much lower peaks across Las Canadas to Teide are more impressive. But that said, Teide is so high and isolated that the views are just immense. I could see El Hierro beyond La Gomera, as well as La Palma beyond the southern coast. And of course Gran Canaria shimmering across the Atlantic. Closer, the Anaga peninsular was something to look forward to on Saturday. The entire island was visible like a 3D map and the ambience was superb. I also had the top to myself although two Czechs arrived quite quickly. Sulphur clouds and odour reminded me that this is not entirely dormant, although nothing compared to the steaming fumaroles and explosions of Etna or Ijen or Iceland - all three of which I have recent volcanic experience in! After a small snack (no breakfast) I trotted down, breaking into a run as the air got thicker lower down: 3.35 for the entire trip compared to the standard time of 9-10 hours, back by midday to meet Kate in El Tejar. I was, I admit, tired on our subsequent Vilaflor hillwalk!

El Sombrero-Amendro

Peaks: El Sombrero (2405m), Roques del Almendro (2520m)

Area: Teide NP, Tenerife

After arriving in Vilaflor around 7ish last night, we woke to a superb Canarian morning - crystal clarity and perfect temperatures around 15c (bearing in mind that Vilaflor is almost 1500m up, a fact that did not endear it initially to Kate after arrival). On my last trip here in 2019, it was extremely cold, which was possibly the reason I missed the endemic blue chaffinch at Las Lajas. So I made this the first stop, a beautiful picnic area surrounded by Canarian pines, and this time (after a few canaries and the Tenerife subspecies of great spotted woodpecker) I located a blue chaffinch, which was followed by several more, azure in the early morning sun. A brilliant start, and then came a wonderful walk with Kate, the perfect warm-up for my planned assault on Teide tomorrow. The route up El Sombrero left Las Lajas via a path which weaved through the pines - the sunshine wonderful after weeks of cloudy, bone-chilling weather at home. The path passed through a series of side valleys before making its way up a spur and into a more open upper valley above the tree-line. Behind, the ground drops away to the Atlantic - and above, deep blue cloudless skies. Some characteristic Canarian vegetation and then a broad plateau is reached, this being the bare orange rock skyline visible from Vilaflor and below. That skyline is punctuated by a series of outcrops, two of which are called El Sombreror, because that's what their shapes recall. We curved round to take an open stepped chimney to the plateau summit, only slightly raised above the ridge but quite distinct from Vilaflor. The most notable thing though was the breathtaking view of Teide, now visible across the crater. After a break on the top, we moved round and then went to the edge of the plateau for views over the vast crater of Las Canadas with Teide the looming presence beyond. To the right, I could see Alto de Guajara which I did as a consolation prize in 2019 - I remember then the views of Teide above a layer of cloud. We extended the day along the ridge line, and Kate took a break as I continued west along towards Roques del Almendro. I had a vague idea to take in El Sombrerito, but this was clearly more involved (a shatterered ridge and steep gully lay between it and the Roque) so I returned to Kate and we ambled back to rejoin the ascent route. After a sandwich we took in the Roques de Garcia loop, this time with hundreds of tourists (we saw hardly anyone in the morning). Again, contrasting to 2019 when I did the same loop in icy conditions. We had to escape the hordes eventually so went back to refuel on Canarian fodder: queso asado, papas arrugadas, mojo and carne fiesta.

Oswestry XC

Race: Oswestry XC (NW League race 3)

Time/Position: 36.08 (59th from 109)

This may be the last time I ever do a race double header, particularly given that this was only 19 hours after the Dash. There was a time I could cope with it, but even at my best there was always an awareness that performance is compromised. I got to the familiar Oswestry venue from an open day with a few minutes to spare, on a dank, cold and drizzly afternoon. Unlike yesterday, I lost energy throughout the race, and unlike yesterday moved in the wrong direction, with runners passing me throughout the second lap where I slowed to a crawl. There's no hiding place on this course, with its steep climb from the back field and its deep, cloying bogs. My worst ever XC performance, not even in the top half of the field, but I was still (sort of) glad that I'd made the effort. I was inexplicably slightly faster than the last time I did the race three years ago - and on that occasion I finished in the top 25 as 1st V50. Two possible explanations: this course was a bit shorter, or conditions were better than usual today (always relative at Oswestry!).

Dash in the Dark

Race: Dash in the Dark (Race 3)

Time/Position: 29.53 (8th from 102)

With the prospect of cross-country tomorrow, this was intended to just be a cruise followed by the usual chip butty and pint. But because I started casually I actually felt much better than of late, and passed people throughout the race to a quick finish four seconds behind Jez. I still struggled a little on the steeper inclines, but descended fairly quickly and made up a lot of ground on the flat: more extensive tonight as it was the full course (although the route has changed so much over the years that it is rarely quite the same twice). Always very enjoyable evening, and we retired to the Rose and Crown soon after the race.

Conwy fell race

Race: Conwy Mountain fell race (5m/1700ft)

Time/Position: 55.30 (28th from 120)

A beautiful day for my third running of this race, over terrain I know very well. Sadly, even though I was well rested, I really struggled again and am now forced to conclude that my days of doing reasonably well on short fell races are almost certainly over. This was nearly six minutes slower than the time I recorded in 2017, which may have been the first running of it. It is a nice route, albeit rather spoiled by an arbitrary sting-in-the-tail which puts me in mind of 'tough mudders' and other things I don't approve of, as the logical and elegant finish would be straight down from Mynydd y Dref. The start went well, up the bridleway all the way to Allt Wen. Then a muddy and tricky descent, very steep, towards the sea before a long weaving climb up to Penmaenbach via bouldery slopes. I was tiring and losing ground all the way but the views from the ridge compensated. I knew I would lose loads of time on the final detour, and that was indeed the case! Still, a pleasant pint with pork pie in the Albion more than compensated.

Deeside BL

Race: Deeside 7k (Border League race 3)

Time/Position: 26.35 (60th from 366)

Almost certainly my slowest ever time on this familiar route, but I am not too bothered or surprised as it proves my fallow year has worked in the sense that I am fatter and slower! I also have no intention of properly competing in the league this season, just helping the team where I can. Predictably, I really slowed on the Kelsterton hill, which is currently being resurfaced so felt even steeper than normal. I descended reasonably well, albeit unable to hold much speed, and did at least score in 10th place for the team. Some ice on the course, which caused a slight delay as it was being inspected.

Chester parkrun

'Race': Chester parkrun

Time/Position: 19.33 (10th from 451)

Slightly tired after upping the mileage a bit as the fallow year comes to an end, so this was just a plod round before an open day. Huge numbers, so it was slow and crowded in places, hard to overtake lapped runners. Almost certainly my slowest ever time at the Chester parkrun, but that isn't too troubling.

The Horse fell race

Race: The Horse (13k/500m)

Time/Position: 1.13.00 (2nd Team)

This is a brilliant team event that got off to a memorable start two years ago when it was run in hugely atmospheric soft snow. No such weather luck tonight, as recent snow had almost all melted (but I had already enjoyed three superb snowy runs last weekend, deep drifts in places). It was still a brilliant event, in some ways even more enjoyable than last time. As then, I ran with Jez as a 'team'. And, as then, we finished second team by time - although lower via the somewhat complex handicap system! The route is essentially the Cilcain skyline, albeit done in the dark. Over to the Nannerch bridleway and then up to a checkpoint on thr ridge. We took the Tir Gofal traverse line, unsurprisingly muddy throughout, and I began to tire for the steep final climb to Moel Famau, atmospheric in the mist with distant headtorches from rival teams. Then a good but muddy descent, with a variation route down the bridleway and up the pump house climb to finish back at the White Horse for a cosy pint and debrief.

Western Howgills

Peaks: Uldale Head, Docker Knott, Over Sale, Fell Head, Linghaw

Area: Howgills, Yorkshire Dales

Last time I was here was descending into these obscure valleys high above the M6 for high-value checkpoints on the two mountain marathons I've done in the Howgills. I have often gazed up at the tops when driving along the motorway but have never actually approached from the western side. It was a perfect option for M and I this morning en route to Glasgow in crisp sunshine. It was cold, however,  very cold in fact and the little lane from Tebay (just off the M6) was steep and icy, but I calculated it would just about thaw for the return journey. A complex start involved an icy barefoot river crossing, fairly agonising, before a steep zigzag haul up to Uldale Head which had a frozen pond, thick sheets of ice, near the top. Superb view of the hills to come, but then came a steep descent which M didn't enjoy much, losing height before climbing back up Docker Knott and then a gentler pull to the top of Fell Head. This is the main hill in these parts with expansive views to Ingleborough and the Dales, and also across to High Street, Harter Fell and the Lakes. A light dusting of snow, and crisp sunshine, all added to the scene. Then came a really superb descent over a broad ridge to Linghaw back to the car, only marred by the M6 which is otherwise surprisingly unobtrusive. After a pie in Tebay services, we continued to Glasgow via Moffat.