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. 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.