Erddig parkrun

'Race': Erddig parkrun

Time/Position: 19.46 (6th from 286)

On my two previous runnings of this lovely course, I seem to remember a lot of mud. Conditions were perfect today, which meant I got within a few seconds of my course pb despite going off a bit too fast. The muscle memory is to blame, and I was a lot quicker on the out-and-back section than previously, then maintained a decent pace through the Erddig grounds to the lovely gently descending running through the woods at the far end. At least a minute slower than the V55 course record, although I was pleased enough with the performance given current training.

Border League relays

Race: Border League relays (Prestatyn 1m+)

Time/Position: 5.38 (1st Vet team)

With the cancellation of the sixth fixture, this became the '25-'26 season finale. It has been a good one, and this was a nice way to end, with the presentations at the Nova Centre later. We got together a Vet team for the course, just over a mile along the prom in a light easterly with a glorious sunset developing. Dave B led off with a very quick first leg, I went third after Richard but could only manage a pedestrian performance, despite feeling fairly good. The field was smaller than at Birkenhead two years ago and we won the Veteran's race fairly comfortably. This was nice as it added to my 100% record this season, coming first V55 in all five races. If I count the relays as league fixtures, I think this was my 100th Border League appearance. Finally, this was my 4th ever age category season win in the league (alongside one V45 win '15-'16 and two V50 wins in '21-'22 and '23-'24).

Coniston fell race

Race: Coniston fell race (12.8k/1100m)

Peaks: Wetherlam, Swirl Hows, Old Man of Coniston

Time/Position: 1.51 (117 from 241)

With my constantly slowing pace, particularly in the hills, I wonder if one way forward is to do some races that I haven't done before - meaning I have nothing to compare it with. Not bad as a principle, but then of course you look at the finishing position! I barely scraped into the top half today, which isn't great and really does illustrate how slow I've become in the hills. Despite, or because of this, I quite enjoyed the race which is a classic Lakes fell race. I was last on Coniston in the late 1980s! And I'm not sure I've ever been to the top of Wetherlam or Swirl Hows, although I did do a mountain marathon in these parts 15 years ago (or so). Conditions were pretty good - cool with low cloud over the tops, but nothing too troubling. After a sharp track climb, a steep hill leads to a level section before a very gradual drag up Wetherlam. I was up in 47 minutes or so, after which the bulk of the hard work is done. I fell over early in the descent to Swirl Hause, partly because I was running in trail shoes to protect my heel. Then came the steep contouring up the 'Prison Band' and into the clag on Swirl Hows. Good running then leads over the tops, with loads of route choice and many locals taking racing lines. I did contour Birk Fell to get to the top of the Old Man - my first time up here since the 1980s. I could see Dow Crag emerge from the mist, that's a place I have visited more recently for its famous rock climbs. The descent saw local runners immediately take counterintuitive but direct lines down the grass to the right of the normal path. This was steep and awkward, but mostly grassy. I just tried to read the landscape and pick up, and we soon emerged from the clag which made it easier. At one point I hit the tourist path near some quarries and definitely lost time lower down by taking an indirect variant through a plantation: I would have been better off on the tourist path as at least I could have used my road speed. I was down in 21 minutes or so from summit to village, by which time it was warm and sunny.

Pen y Fron climbing

Crag: Pen y Fron

Routes: Yellow Peril (f5c:sec), The Urchin (f6a:led), Leete Entertainment (f6a+:sec), The Needle (f6b:sec), Pale and Interesting (f6b+:sec)

This local bolted venue is growing on me a bit, which might have something to do with the traffic it is getting. This was just a brief workout with Peter and Vic in perfect sunny weather, and we kicked off with the easy Yellow Peril which has a long reach at the start but is otherwise simple. This theme continued for the open groove of The Urchin, which I led. This is overgraded but gives pleasant climbing on positive edges to a slightly steeper finish. The final three were more technical, although also overgraded. I think I had seconded Peter up the 6a+ before, but then came the good route of The Needle, which has some fairly sustained climbing on small holds. The route to its left is also good, and goes through an area of white rock to some technical climbing to finish, The fact that I handled all these relatively comfortably (with rope above of course) suggests that all three are a tad overgraded. Still, a nice workout.

Lancet Edge to Geal-Charn

Peaks: Sgor Iutharn, Geal-Charn, Diollaid a'Chairn, Carn Dearg

Area: Ben Alder, Scotland

This area has loomed large in my imagination for decades and it didn't disappoint: varied, absorbing mountaineering throughout. As I cycled in from Dalwhinnie, however, one thing did surprise me and took the edge of some of the remote isolation this area is famed for - this was the high-end Ben Alder Lodge 10k down Loch Ericht. This turreted monstrosity, along with almost everything else here, is owned by a Swiss billionaire and rented out to the well-heeled. Amazingly, there is even a luxury bothy near the site of the recently demolished Culra. Whatever, it was still wonderful and the weather improved beautifully throughout the day, and after 40 minutes or so of riding (it is a private track to the Lodge) I left the bike above Loch Pattack and enjoyed the feeling of being somewhere I have wanted to visit for years. It really does have a feeling of genuine remoteness, deep silence and tremendous views over the peaks to come. A very good, level path leads up the valley of the Allt a'Chaoile-reidhe, with Ben Alder to the left. But the most obvious and eye-catching objective is the Lancet Edge, to which I was now heading. This was really fantastic - alone in a giant landscape. Culra is supposedly being rebuilt so I headed up to what I assumed was the site of this, finding at the last minute that it was this bizarre luxury bothy in the middle of nowhere. I continued up with the Lancet edge getting gradually closer, eventually (after a stream crossing) heading up trackless hillside, very steeply, to gain it. A few little outcrops and steep grass lead to the first section of scrambling, and then the ridge really coalesces into a narrow rocky arete. This was fabulous, a wonderful line in a tremendously isolated location with stunning views down to Loch Sgoir. The actual scrambling doesn't last long, and it emerges near the cairn. Ahead, Gael Charn seemed almost entirely snow-covered and this is where I headed. It is a giant plateau, today a huge snowfield under vast skies. The cairn is right at the far end, and I trotted across the snow towards it, mostly comfortable but occasionally soft. Big views over wild terrain down to Glencoe and the Southern Highlands, and across to Beinn a'Chlachair, Creag Meagaidh and many other closer hills I'd done more recently. I then had to get off the plateau towards Carn Dearg, which isn't all that easy as there is only one route off. I ploughed across the snow to gain the descent down a little neck, but it was snow-covered and convex. Given the remoteness, my lack of axe and the fact I couldn't see the bottom, I exercised some mountain judgement and looked for an alternative! This meant contouring back to the col below Sgor Iutharn and then putting kahtoolas on to descent milder snow slopes to gain a very atmospheric traverse below the eastern /northern edge of the escarpment. I kept kahtoolas on throughout until I crossed two streams and gained the normal route over to Carn Dearg. This was simple, a beeline over a forepeak to steepish slopes to Carn Dearg. I was tiring a bit though, and massively dehydrated (having not taken a drink at the meltwater, as I wanted to find the descent first). It was obvious Carn Dearg would be a dry mountain, and it was. I followed the broad ridge direct to Loch Pattack and only found water towards the bottom, where I then had a nice lunch in the sunshine, in a very isolated location. Then it was down to the Loch Pattack track past bubbling breeding curlew (my favourite sound of all, even more special in the total silence of this location). A diver called too, as did several sandpiper. I got back to the bike and saw the only other person I'd seen all day, a cross-Scotland mountain biker. Then it was the simple matter of cycling 12k back along Loch Ericht back to Dalwhinnie (22k on foot, 25k on bike). After a break, I drove all the way down to Moffat.

Loch Lochy Munros

Peaks: Sron a'Choire Gharbh, Meall na Teanga

Area: Loch Lochy, Scotland

The weather really did change overnight this time, and tendrils of mist draped Loch Cluanie when I peered out of the van after waking. These hills were therefore the perfect choice for a changeable day, as they are pretty straightforward and the nav looked simple. The rain was light but after finally deciding on my strategy for the day, I drove across to Invergarry and had breakfast and tea outside the village hall - a great venue with lots of nice seating and a heated toilet! The weather was forecast to improve, which it began to do, and by the time I parked up at Killfinnan (near Laggan Locks on the Caledonian Canal) it was dry. The route takes a gravel track through forestry above the loch, which I know well from various trips along the Spean Bridge road. I got on my bike for most of this, a great help, and then took the obvious side path through the forest. This is all aimed at getting to the very obvious col, the Cam Bealach. Steep initially, it then takes a pleasant line through the deep valley of the Allt Glas Doire (an old coffin road apparently). The bealach is the key to the day, as both hills can be easily accessed from it. Until this point, the weather had been dry and the cloudbase above the peaks. It did look a bit threatening, however, and it seemed unlikely I would avoid getting wet. I went up Sron a'Choire first, leaving my sac at the bealach and ploughing up zig-zags to another shallow col below Sean Meall, and then the summit up left. Exceptional views and an ever-changing cloudscape, with spectacular effects as the sun burst through banks of cloud. It was nice to look down to Loch Lochy and tiny cars driving up the A82. Closer, Ben Tee impressed: a traverse of these hills would be good. After a chat to a chap on the summit (rare for me to see anyone), I trotted back down to the col and picked up my sac for the longer haul up Meall na Teanga, despite its lower altitude. The path weaved steeply up to Coire Leacachan and then curved west to a steep snowfield and then a climb south to the cairn, right at the end of the summit ridge. Great views to nearby peaks and a fierce looking Ben Nevis across the Great Glen, full winter conditions up there and lots of shower clouds tracking around. I put my shell on as it was pretty cold in the wind, and on the descent one of those shower clouds hit.  By the time I got back to the bealach it was dry again, and I dropped down to a stream for a pleasant lunch, now in sunshine again. I trotted back down, past a dead deer, and it started raining as I regained the forest. It got quite heavy on the final bike section back to the van. Again, it soon stopped and I brewed a cup of tea while my kit dried out before heading for provisions in Spean Bridge and camping at a familiar halt: Creag Meagaidh.

Loch Cluanie Munros

Peaks: Carn Ghluasaid, Creag a'Chaorainn, Sgurr nan Conbhairean, Sail Chaorainn, Drochaid an' Tuill Easaich

Area: Kintail, Scotland

A quick weather check after yesterday's round revealed an annoying change: a mild front was coming in from the west. I had designs on the remote peaks between Glen Shiel and Affric, but the forecast made me change my mind and go for this less ambitious option. I actually parked, and spent the night, at the Lundie car park that represents the start of this round. It was a great route choice actually, and in fact the weather didn't really change until the evening. The round began with a perfectly constructed stalkers path, and I was able to make quick progress up this despite yesterday's exertions. Carn Ghluasaid is hidden behind a forepeak but the weaving path meant I was up in an hour from the van. There had been a weather change, high cloud, but it was well above the tops and completely dry. The next peak, Conbhairean, looked superb from this angle across a deep and impressive cwm still holding a fair amount of snow. I trotted over to a broad and rocky col and then ploughed up, the day still fairly young. At this point some sunshine peeked through and blue sky appeared overhead. It may have lacked the clarity of yesterday but it was very nice, and I really enjoyed the trot out to Sail Chaorainn. This was along a broad ridge and the summit is only a metre higher than the sister peak further north. The weather cleared further for the return back to Sgurr nan Conbhairean (which is easily the most impressive of this range) and I cut the corner to a snowfield and then a narrowing ridge down to a col. From here I trotted up to a little top, Drochaid, with superb views down to the wild valley of Gleann na Ciche, which leads down to Affric. Indeed I could see across to the big mountains of Affric like Mam Sodhail that I did on a long day two years ago. The descent takes a broad ridge above the deep cwm containing the Gorm Lochan. This was pretty civilised until a steep final section during which I was dehydrating badly having taken my usual lightweight approach. It took ages to get to a stream by which time I wasn't far from the road! After a drink I ignored the old military road in favour of the actual modern road, and trotted down this back to the van for an early finish. This had several advantages: the best of the weather (it did soon cloud over) and more time to replenish my body battery. This I did in the usual way: lots of eating, a river bath in a gorge lower down Glen Shiel, and birdwatching at Loch Cluanie: red-throated diver, goosander, sand martin, sandpiper. 

Brothers of Kintail

Peaks: Am Bathach, Ciste Dhubh, Sgurr an Fhuarail, Aonach Meadhoin, Sgurr a'Bealach Dheirg, Saileag

Area: Kintail, Scotland

Although the 'Brothers' of Kintail are inferior to the more famous neighbouring Five Sisters (which I ran on a pre-breakfast trip in 2012), this was still a grand day out in the hills - made better by the inclusion of Am Bathach and Ciste Dhubh as 'aperitifs'. After waking up with ice on the inside of the window, I drove from Forest Lodge to Fort William for breakfast then continued to Glen Shiel, and into a thick bank of fog! This was annoying after the crystal clarity further south, but I trusted the forecast and (after first dropping my bike off below the Bealach an Lapain) headed up into the mist on Am Bathach. This is a delightful Corbett and an obvious objective from Cluanie Inn - a long ridge and fine peak. A steep start led to the ridge which was a delight, and I soon detected a clearance. Sure enough, at the summit, the mist started to peel away revealing glimpses of the peaks to come and blue skies above. By the time I left the summit and got down to the very broad, boggy Bealach a'Choinich the mist was clearing in earnest and the magic began. Tendrils were left in some valleys but everything soon became crystal washed in searing clarity. First came Ciste Dhubh, up very steep boggy slopes initially, but then giving way to a superb ridge. This was as good as it gets, perfect views across to A'Chralaig and down towards Glen Affric. A contouring path below a little pinnacle led to a narrower finishing ridge to one of Scotland's smaller summits, just a plinth with fantastic views on all sides. After a quick snack I descended comfortably back to the big bealach for a long drink from a stream and lunch. I spied a way across to gain the 'Brothers' although it was obviously going to be a steep, hard climb. I went up a stream valley and this worked quite well, although the ground then became very steep indeed. This led tiringly across to a snowfield and semblance of a vague path. Eventually, and suddenly, I emerged onto the sundrenched summit of Sgurr an Fhuarail, just a top but a wonderful vantage point looking out across the entire North Kintail ridge. This was perhaps the view of the trip, and after a snack I moved across a snowy section to a dip and then climb to the second Munro of the day, Aonach Meadhoin, a large dome and a lesser viewpoint. The ridge continues, absorbing stuff with a few narrow sections, the odd bit of scrambling, up to Sgurr a'Bealach Dheirg. Here, the summit is along a narrow and rocky ridge, a fantastic spot. A huge snowfield lent definition to a great view over to the Saddle. The South Glen Shiel ridge also gave happy memories. The rest of the ridge went easily, although I was tiring a bit, as Saileag is a bit of an afterthought, but still Munro number four of the day. I jogged down to the marked Bealach an Lapain and the horrible descent down this. I had been up here before on my Five Sisters day and it is unpleasantly steep throughout, even worse in descent. I retrieved my bike from the car park and cycled all the way back up Glen Shiel to the van, a nice warm down after a 1900m elevation day.

Stob a'Choire Odhair

Peaks: Stob a'Choire Odhair

Area: Blackmount, Scotland

A period of high pressure but some juggling was required to get this short window for my spring Highlands trip. Eventually I headed up after a 9am lecture, arriving much later than my usual routine and parking near Forest Lodge, Bridge of Orchy. I didn't start until 4.30pm, in absolutely perfect conditions: crisp and wonderfully clear and sunny. I had been here a couple of times before, once rained off as a youth in 1990 or so. And once more recently, running up Stob Ghabar while Kate and the kids had breakfast in Tyndrum. I missed this, Stob Ghabhar's less illustrious neighbour, at the time for reasons of family diplomacy, so it made an ideal short objective today. Actually, it's not all that short, as there is a longish track alongside the Shira first. At Clashgour Hut, the main hill route starts, north up the valley of the Toaig. This is quite civilised and you can move pretty quickly on it. As the walls of the two peaks close in, I took the steep direct route up Odhair. This gains height quickly and eventually a broad plateau is reached with a rocky slog over to the true summit - exactly an hour from the Clashgour Hut. With the sun dropping, I was on the tops later than I usually am and therefore the quality of light was really special. Stob Ghabhar dominates across the col, but the rest of the Blackmount and the big expanse of Rannoch Moor is equally good - it must give the best view of the latter, every ripple of the landscape visible in this light. I made a little loop by trotting down the ridge to the col and then descending the whole of the Toaig back to the hut, Forest Lodge and the van. I took a chilly river bath in the Shira as the sun set then had ravioli before a quiet night in the van with drumming snipe and owls calling.

PitP parkrun

'Race': Park in the past parkrun 

Time/Position: 19.59 (6th from 143)

Another perfunctory jog around the local parkrun, still well down on the times I was running on this course last year. Nice spring weather for the jog across the fields and the laps were a little drier than they have been recently. My worst ever finishing position at this parkrun, although I was even slower than this a month or two ago.

Spring 5

Race: Chester Spring 5

Time/Position: 30.14 (51st from 358 [2nd V55])

One of the long-established local races that I've never won my category on (although I did win the V50 prize three years ago due to its scrupulously fair age-based prize structure). Sadly I didn't win tonight either! Although this was a disappointing performance, a minute slower than my V55 PB set at Holyhead last summer, and almost two minutes down on my course PB, it was actually a perfect illustration of where I am form-wise at present. It was nice to see some old faces and age-group rivals at the start, and I knew I had some stiff competition in the category. In the event, though, I was nearly a minute behind the winner and couldn't hold the pace of Jez or Tom either. I did start pretty fast with a 5.24 first mile - this is too much for me to handle these days and I inevitably paid for it later on. This is now a common pattern: I run the pace I think I should be able to maintain but then start to suffer after 5k. The exact opposite of what I used to pride myself on: solid consistent pacing. An unfortunate effect of the ageing process and perhaps a reason for some kind of semi-retirement from this sort of racing after 1000 or so lifetime races.

Warrington parkrun

'Race': Warrington parkrun

Time/Position: 18.49 (4th from 561)

Despite my Warrington associations I had never done the parkrun before so thought it would make a good shakedown/tester in advance of next week's Spring 5. I haven't done much speedwork or even much running over the past few weeks so anything under 19 minutes seemed a decent target. As such, I was pleased with this over a nice course around narrow tarmac paths from Victoria park just east of the town centre. After a short grassy climb and field we reached the Manchester Ship Canal and the Trans Pennine Trail. I slowed a bit after a quick start but managed to keep the pace ticking over back to Victoria Park: a good half minute slower than the V55 course record though. An Ikea breakfast and shop followed, nice combination.

Braich Ty Ddu mountaineering

Routes: Pinnacle Ridge (VD:led p.2), Ring Ouzel/Unknown (VD:sec p.1,2), Porcupine Ridge (D/3:led p.2+4)

Crags: Craig Braich Ty Ddu, Nant Francon

What started out as a short day ended up being a fairly long one. It was Easter Monday and Ogwen was rammed, I had no interest in anything difficult, and Peter had never done Pinnacle Ridge before so we headed there direct from the A5 after parking lower down Nant Ffrancon. It is actually very easy to approach the route from below, albeit steep: I have done it before, but it was with Tim many, many years ago. The first pitch is very nice, and I enjoyed seconded it although could hardly feel my hands with a cold wind blowing and no sun yet. I led up easy vegetated ground to the ridge line, which then ends far too quickly over the pinnacles. The day was still young, so I suggested continuing up the hard-to-find and rather esoteric Porcupine Ridge which forms the skyline high up on this broken set of crags. I was really tired for the slog up a very steep heather gully, still jet lagged I think, and unused to carrying kit having not climbed for a while. Instead of heading upwards, Peter decided to have a go at the obvious pinnacle, around 100ft high lower down on the left. It is possible this is the line of Ring Ouzel (VD) but it is a very obscure area so possibly not. It gave a rather loose pitch of about VD up broken walls and a vague arete line trending right. After a grassy gap, he led another cleaner pitch up a nice slab to an easy-angled arete trending right to a little overlap which gave a nice move to a clean slab. Interesting and very obscure stuff which certainly felt like a first ascent! We then moved over to the spines of rock which we felt marked the start of Porcupine Ridge. As a youth I do remember finding some scrambling after doing Pinnacle Ridge but I think I would have remembered this as it was something of a revelation! Way better than I'd expected. The ribs of rock lead up to a vegetated section where Peter belayed. I then led up easy ground to a narrow chimney where I belayed. The ridge then becomes really well defined on superb rock, completely unpolished. Peter led up the curving ridge, great hard scrambling, to belay below a giant pinnacle. I led a great easy pitch up big shelves and holds to a platform, then traversed the pinnacle to the right, before making the next narrow flake harder than necessary by traversing it on small footholds left. A perfect belay in a narrow breche, before Peter led the crux left-trending, fairly exposed crack up to a vague arete and good scrambling up to a final ridge. Interesting and absorbing scrambling, closer to an easy rock climb in tone, on the borders of Grade 3/Diff: I certainly wouldn't have been comfortable doing it without a rope. An easy stroll led to the direct descent to Ogwen Cottage in stunning crystal clear weather, perfect visibility over Ogwen to Tryfan. Back down Nant Francon to the car after a very enjoyable and unexpected mountaineering day.

Cerro La Asuncion/Quebrada trail

Peaks: Cerro La Asuncion (3335m)

Area: Cordillera de Talamanca, Costa Rica 

Despite the altitude, this is just a short scramble from the top of the famous Cerro de la Muerte (peak of death) road. The road is now metalled and civilised, and we had intended to arrive much earlier to take advantage of the clear morning weather. However, we were delayed by three hours by a roadblock which prevented us leaving the Savegre valley (due to a lorry that had driven into a ditch, we think). So we enacted 'plan b', heading back down to the bottom of the valley and doing the Quebrada trail from the upscale Savegre hotel. This climbed steeply up a track, where I had a close encounter with a coyote, and led to a stunning viewpoint over the cloudforests of the lower valley. From here, a side path marks the start of the Quebrada ('ravine') route through more pristine forest down to a tight lower valley before contouring the hillside back to the track. After this very rewarding unexpected delay, the road reopened and we managed the very steep drive back out and up to the top of the pass. From here, I scampered up Asuncion in a matter of minutes and was still in time for views, although the cloud was building in characteristic fashion. The altitude did make it a tad harder than it would normally have been, and it was steep in places. Great views across to Chirippo and some of the way down the Pacific side. This is where we then headed, via a giant descent to another roadblock in roasting San Isidro (but that is another story!). At Hacienda Baru, the temperature had climbed to a draining 38C, quite a challenge after a 5C morning watching more quetzals in San Gerardo de Dota!

Rio Savegre

The valley of the Rio Savegre is close to paradise on earth, a cliche admittedly, but one that seemed apt as we began the steep descent after driving from Alajuela at the start of our Costa Rica soujourn. In Panama eight years ago, I failed to find a resplendent quetzal, one of those birds I have always wanted to see. This morning, however, we located one just above the wooden hut we were staying in: a truly memorable experience after hearing it calling in the pristine cloud forest. That habitat characterises the entire valley. After the quetzal, I embarked on a downhill jog to the end of the valley, seeing another male quetzal en route. At the bottom, a track goes alongside the river and leads to a loop around dense cloud forest. A little side path leads to a stunning waterfall surrounded by dense vegetation. After this, I eventually rejoined the tarmac road which then climbs, steeply and tiringly (1000ft elevation on this route), back to our hut at Casa Monge.

Hoylake BL

Race: Hoylake 7.5k (Border League race 5)

Time/Position: 27.51 (63rd from 363 [1st V55])

A somewhat predictable outing on the same course as that used two years ago. This all 'went to form' in the sense that I was well down the field again, but retained my 100% category winning record for the season. Two years ago I went out too hard on this course and faded at the end, so I dialled it back this time and enjoyed the easterly leg out towards the gravel path that leads to Leasowe lighthouse. This meant I had some energy left for the return and worked well with a couple of other runners to maintain my (lowly!) position. I have a 121 point lead now in the category, so my 4th ever season win is now guaranteed regardless of the final race - which seems in doubt anyway.

Yr Aran from Craflwyn

Peaks: Yr Aran

Area: Yr Wyddfa, Eryri

There was ice on the inside of the van window when I woke, so although I slept for almost 10 hours I kept briefly waking with a cold nose, as you do in these circumstances. I parked up at Craflwyn as the sun rose, absolutely beautiful with views of Hebog framed by early spring blossom. Good laid out paths lead upwards in civilised fashion until the inevitable happens and you have to plough up the trackless hillside. I knew this would happen but was curious about this side of Yr Aran, very obscure and untravelled. It was pretty horrible, and it was hard work fighting through heather and bog to get to a shallow cwm between Craig Wen and Yr Aran. I made my way to the obvious col, at which you join a narrow path. This leads very pleasantly up the nicely defined west ridge to the summit, which I had to myself at 8.30am. One of the best views of Yr Wyddfa, and after a rest I jogged down the steep nose towards the Watkin Path which I reached via the very steep mining incline I remember taking last time I was here. Through the woods to Nant Gwynant, and then along the perfect path that leads along the far side of Llyn Dinas: stunning in the morning light, another wonderful early spring day, always my favourite time of year.

Tryfan West Face

Peaks: Tryfan

Area: Glyderau

Lectures finished in the early afternoon and the forecast was glorious, so I headed off for a van nanobreak parking up in Ogwen just before 3pm. This gave sufficient time to plough up to the perfectly sunlit west face, Tryfan's 'Yin' side, which gives a range of interesting and relaxed scrambles with a mountaineering flavour. I have done most, if not all, of them over the years so headed up to Y Gully, probably the furthest from the road! But the very steep slog up isn't too bad if you take the right approach and pack light. Last time I did this combo I was heading to a wild camp near Caseg Fraith but today I carried almost nothing. The sun lit the face to perfection as I took the left edge of the gully up sharp holds to avoid the first big chockstone: this is slabby and enjoyable, and leads back into the gully. At the next blockage, I messed around in the damp gully before moving left on big holds then finishing up slabs in the gully itself. From here you can pick your way up the rocky upper section to join the North Ridge near the tower. After a break on top enjoying slightly hazy views and warm early spring sunshine, I trotted down to Bochlwyd and then a quick bath in Llyn Ogwen before eating my pasta salad in Mymbyr before a peaceful but very cold van night in Sygun.

PitP parkrun

'Race': Park in the Past parkrun

Time/Position: 20.13 (2nd from 89)

Another very muddy and slow edition of my local parkrun, a full two minutes down on my course pb recorded last summer. I wore a pair of old road shoes this morning so was slipping around a lot - I knew this would happen but my achilles precludes the wearing of fell shoes so I had no choice! Lovely weather, so the jog across the wet fields to the start was delightful. I felt better than I have recently, despite the slow conditions, and this continued next day when I did a time trial to the trig on Waun y Llyn from my front door, taking the most direct route across the wet fields and Fagl lane again. Exactly 27 minutes to the trig, after which I descended the very steep Porch Lane to Caergwrle and home via Rhyddyn Hill.

Newborough Forest parkrun

'Race': Newborough Forest parkrun

Time/Position: 19.19 (4th from 157)

This must be one of the most beautiful and satisfying parkruns in Britain, because it starts from the stunning Traeth Llanddwyn. Then, although it mostly stays within the forest, it takes a single lap on firetracks and sand. The start was tough, gently uphill with views of the island through the trees, to a steep, rooty dune (hard work) and then a long gentle climb to a highpoint. From here, it is a 2k blast through the trees. It was a beautiful morning, crystal clear with the novelty of frozen beach sand initially, and fantastic views across to the Nantlle ridge and Yr Eifl. M enjoyed it too, and it didn't take us long to get back to Henllys for breakfast and a swim.