Wasdale Horseshoe

Race: Wasdale Horseshoe fell race (33k/2800m/AL)

Peaks: Illgill Head, Whin Rigg, Seatallan, Pillar, Great Gable, Scafell Pike 

Time/Position: 6.16.25 (92nd from 170)

I felt this to be the hardest fell race of all when I did it in 2016, although the weather was dreadful that year - howling gales, torrential rain, cold constant clag - which obviously made it even tougher. This morning, I found myself feeling tired even on Whin Rigg, so I knew I was in for quite a battering. I haven't felt right since returning from Scotland, and this was a bit of a nightmare as a result - I even contrived to be eight minutes slower than 2016, despite vastly better conditions today. It is a classic circuit, which just gets progressively harder after a fairly gentle opening climb up Illgill Head and Whin Rigg to make a full circuit of Wastwater, then a very steep descent to some respite through Greendale. A drink from Jos Naylor, then comes the long and very hot (today) climb up Seatallan. The humidity was clearly going to be a problem and I found eating difficult today, but the Seatallan climb wasn't too bad. After this, I remember very hard nav in 2016 when I had to find the best route to Pillar in thick clag and driving rain. Today, no such issues, just fatigue. A contouring route leads across to the col below Red Pike, lengthy and tiring. What makes this such a hard race, however, is the fact that it doesn't really start until you get to Pillar, well over half way in terms of distance. This is where the terrain becomes harder. After my brief recovery, I was feeling tired again and really struggling on the descents in particular. From Pillar down to the Black Sail Pass was tough, and then came the day's lowpoint, the contouring path below Kirk Fell. This has another useful beck so at least I could rehydrate and I ate a little, but not enough. The contouring path leads to the very steep climb up Great Gable into thick mist. I remembered the next section as particularly challenging in 2016, with the hard descent off Gable to Styhead Tarn and then the complexity of the terrain over to Esk Hause. In mist, this is much easier as the multiplicity of paths is far less confusing. However, the final section - over Scafell Pike - which I remembered as fairly relaxed last time, was really hard today. This entire section from Pillar is what makes Wasdale so hard - it just gets harder and more awkward throughout. A short-cut up the Pike saw me having to take a bearing to get back on track, losing more ground in the mist, and then my energy levels really crashed for the descent from the Pike. This turned into a bit of a nightmare, as the nav to gain the little path to Lingmell col is not obvious in mist (which was still thick at this point, the cloudbase had dropped considerably). Not pleasant, an embarrassing performance, but the race is such a classic that I felt it worth continuing if only to say I'd done it twice. I've been coming to Wasdale since 1988, so that was also a factor: it is a special place with a lot of memories.

Rum Cuillin Traverse

Peaks: Hallival, Askival, Ainshval, Sgurr nan Gillean

Area: Cuillin, Isle of Rum

This has been on the 'to do' list for many years, and the week's activity was arranged around this fabulous climax. Due to Covid regulations, it was hard to get even a foot passenger place on the ferry but with a bit of planning I managed to get a prime Saturday morning slot, returning that evening. A beautiful crossing at 7.30am, with a full Scottish breakfast, schools of harbour porpoise, huge rafts of manx shearwater, puffins and more. Just one tiny problem: the weather was on the turn and cloud was beginning to gather around the striking highest peak of Askival as the ferry approached Kinloch. I have gazed out at the Rum skyline from multiple spots on the mainland and Skye over many years, picking out the individual mountains with their evocative Norse names, so to finally get here was special. I loved it immediately, and walked to the hideous 'monument to Victorian vanity' that is Kinloch Castle in total silence, before veering off into the hills within minutes on the Coire Dubh path. This is a tad dreary initially, but easy going and fast progress until it hits the obvious broad col, which kinks right and leads via shelves to a bigger col, the Bealach baic-Mheall. It was still well before 9am, with views straight down to the sea on the left and Hallival the first objective towering above. As I climbed, however, weather prospects looked really quite grim: the weather seemed to be on the turn, mist dropping rapidly over Trollaval and Askival and some light rain beginning. The full traverse is mildly committing and so at this point I was beginning to think in terms of a return from Ainshval. It was hugely atmospheric, however, and I enjoyed some great scrambling picking a direct route up Hallival, which is quite impressive from below. The cloudbase was just above, so I could see down to Kinloch and across to Knoydart from the summit, although it was very dark and grey. Ahead, Askival loomed - mist swirling around the pinnacle which dominates the ridge from this angle. Across the cwm, Ainshval looked even more hostile, with the cloudbase still lowering. In the event, a nice scrambly downclimb led to a narrow, level, grassy ridge. Wonderful views of the sea left, and Cuillin right. Underfoot, hundreds of manx shearwater burrows. Then it was up into the mist on the dominant peak. I skirted the pinnacle, then moved right up shelves and short walls to gain the ridge crest. Up this for a bit until a tricky traverse on the right-hand side led to easy ground and the summit. It was misty, but the onward route seemed obvious and the weather definitely wasn't getting any worse - in fact, there were hints of brightness around and I soon dropped out of the cloud on the long descent down the west ridge to the broad green Bealach an Oir. From here, onward prospects looked much better with the cloud lifting, and I began to feel more confident about the full traverse. Physically, I was feeling good too. The views down wild Glen Dibidil to the sea and Eigg were fabulous, and the route up Ainshval was interesting, weaving first right then left with some scrambling higher up to the superbly situated summit. A fine isolated peak, second only to Askival, which looms above Glen Dibidil. The cloudbase was well above the summits by now, and there was no decision to make as the onward route looked superb. Perfect grass led down the ridge towards the unnamed peak via a pronounced col. More good scrambling up to this summit, then a splendid romp along to the final peak, Sgurr nan Gillean, in a superb position right next to the sea. Good views down to Dibidil and Eigg, and across to Knoydart and Skye. The descent was awkward, weaving down to the south to avoid crags, not entirely successfully, the cutting back across boggy ground down to the stupendous Dibidil bothy. Not only does this have an incredible location at the bottom of the cwm, right next to the sea but with Sgurr nan Gillean towering behind, but it is also wonderful inside, full of character. I had a little rest within, and rehydrated from the stream. The route then turns into a long coastal walk, really wild and remote, curving past the intriguingly named Welshman's Rock (supposedly because quarrymen helped build the Dibidil path). It was lengthy, tracing the base of Askival and Hallival and eventually cutting inland via moorland-type climbs back to Kinloch. Undoubtedly one of the best mountain days in the British Isles - around 22k, 1800m, just over four hours at a fastish clip.

Sgurr Ghiubhsachain ride and scramble

Peaks: Sgurr Ghiubhsachain

Area: Lochaber, Scotland

A later start than usual, reflecting the fact that I was now in a hotel! I felt a semi-rest day would be wise in advance of my day on Rum tomorrow, and this filled the bill quite nicely. After a good breakfast at the Marine in Mallaig, I drove to Callop on the other side of Glenfinnan. It also seemed wise to choose an outing where my bike would be a help and allow for a restful day - this was perfect, as the mountain is a fair way from the road but seemed to offer 6k or so of gentle riding, so I pootled off along the gravel track which heads towards Loch Shiel. It passed the turning point of the marked trail we had done as a family a month ago, and then headed along the shores of the loch to Gubseachan. The weather was stunning, perhaps the best yet: deep blue skies and warm sunshine. Sgurr Ghiubhsachain begins to come into view - not as impressive as it looks from Glenfinnan (it is the most eye-catching feature of the famous view down Loch Shiel from the monument) but still a superbly aesthetic peak with its soaring NNE ridge and classical profile. I parked at the fish farm a few km down the lake shore and then set off up the valley with Sgor nan Cearc to the east. Quite quickly, I left the valley base and tried to join the striking NNE ridge as soon as possible. This was steep but I gained it fairly easily and really enjoyed picking out the limited scrambling on the little outcrops that dot the ridge. I have seen this described as Grade III but in reality it is all very variable and entirely escapeable. Views were superb, back over the lake to Beinn Odhar Beag, up to the viaduct and Tuesday's peaks, with the pyramidal Ghubhsachain dominant ahead. The ridge is far longer than it looks, and longer than expected. It rises in perhaps three distinct tiers separated by flatter sections - only a tiny semblance of a path but all brilliant in beautiful weather. After a false top I gained the summit with views over the whole of Lochaber. Then I cut straight down to the untravelled valley which gave a boggy, tussocky and pathless route back to the lakeside and bike. A pleasant pootle back to Callop.

Moidart Ridge

Peaks: Druim Fiachlach, Sgurr na Ba Glaise, Rois Bheinn, An Stac

Area: Moidart, Scotland

This was another important piece of the jigsaw in this area: a beautiful set of peaks that are all just under Munro height and therefore even more untrodden and appealing. They look stunning from the road south from Mallaig, with the three Corbetts each having a distinctive, recognisable profile. I decided to do them justice by setting out from Lochailort itself, passed the big salmon factory and along a very tenuous path below the little lump of Tom Odhar. This led to a track not marked on the map. I encountered the farmer and had a nice chat before heading up into the main valley of the Ailort. I toyed with the idea of going up An Stac first but opted instead to contour up the left-hand side on completely pathless terrain - tussocks, bog, really hard going. I just had to read the landscape and eventually climbed up to the hanging valley below Drum Fiachlach where I had my eye on a slanting gangway that seemed to offer a nice way up to the ridge. It did, although it was very steep. I followed a stream/gorge to gain the upper cwm, then the gangway which eventually gained the ridge just below the true summit of Druim Fiachlach. Doing it this way really opens up a lovely horseshoe of the whole valley, with a well-defined ridge the whole way. The weather was cloudy with mist flirting with the summits, but the going along the ridge was wonderfully enjoyable. Views to the east over to Beinn Odhar Mor and down to Sgorr Dhonuill and Ardnamurchan were excellent, and a few grassy subpeaks eventually led to an easy climb up Sgurr na Ba Glaise. This is in a wonderful spot at the head of the valley and I relaxed for a while as the sun came out properly. Two golden plover accompanied me across the soft grass of the Bealach na Fhiona before a sharp climb up the dominant peak Rois Bheinn. This is celebrated for its views of the Small Isles and West Coast, poised as it is directly above the sea lochs and complex, indented coast. It was outstanding, and I spent longer on this summit than any other, reliving old times and looking forward to new ones (Rum in particular). The day so far had been easy, despite my increasing fatigue, but the climax was obviously going to be hard, over the isolated peak of An Stac. This stands alone and is very distinctive, but involved retracing my steps back to the obvious crossing point of the Bealach na Fhiona. Steep, loose ground, a bad line, led to the start of the climb up An Stac after having lost a lot of height! It was a hard ascent but I looked for some scrambling up the little outcrops and this worked quite well. The views down to Loch Ailort are almost as good as those from Rois Bheinn, outstanding with fluffy clouds and perfect clarity. I took a direct line on a tiny path down to the base of the main valley, and eventually picked up the ascent path under Tom Odhar all the way back to Lochailort after a chat with another farmer (18k/1500m/3.45). Fish, chips and beer in Mallaig overlooking Rum and Eigg under a cloudless sky was a delightful way to refuel.

Knoydart traverse

Peaks: Ladhar Bheinn

Area: Knoydart, Scotland

The legendary 'rough bounds' of Knoydart: my return to this wonderful area after 23 years. I have strong memories of that 1998 trip, when I walked in from Loch Arkaig and stayed in the famous Sourlies bothy for a few nights with Rob and Pete. Ladhar Bheinn was the big gap, however, and the biggest prize. It is undoubtedly one of Scotland's finest mountains, and having done (arguably) all the other contenders for that title, I was keen to add it to the list. I travelled across to Inverie on the small fast boat from Mallaig at 6pm after my day on the Corriehully horseshoe and spent a wonderful evening in sparkling perfect weather, the Western Highlands at its best. I had a pint at the Old Forge, Britain's remotest pub, sitting on the shores of Loch Nevis as England played Germany. I pitched in a superb spot at the Long Beach campsite and just soaked in the atmosphere. Next morning dawned grey, humid, cloudy and very midgy - but again there seemed prospects of a clearance. I was in no rush, but set out around 8.30 for the long trek up the valley on the Barrisdale path (a major crossing) to Loch an Dubh Lochan. I had wanted to take in the striking forepeak of Sgurr Coire Coinneachean but the clag was so dense I decided against it. This meant that I had to gain the main ridge via Mam Suidheag instead. This was horrendous, pathless and extremely humid, through vast ferns and tussocks to eventually gain the broad col in the mist. I had picked a good line up, though, and gained a faint path which embarks on a giant loop of the ridges that enclose and encircle the Ghuisearan valley. The atmospheric effects were spectacular, with mist beginning to peel away from the ridge as I continued upwards towards Aonach Sgoilte. On the right, Luinne Bheinne and Meall Bhuidhe (which we did in 1998) emerged from the mist, and then - temporarily at first - Ladhar Bheinn loomed across the valley into a blue sky. The ridge splits in two at Sgoilte, then kinks round to the left and up to the subsidiary summit of Stob a'Chearchaill. This has superb views of the next section, as the ridge again kinks, NW this time towards Coire Dhorcaill, a superb corrie which lends definition to Ladhar Bheinn but is hidden from view from the west. The weather was properly clearing now and views on all sides were stunning: a real privilege to get this mountain on such a day. The remaining ridge was surprisingly long and quite tiring, with short scrambling sections in places. It rears up steeply towards the end to finish on the narrow but grassy summit ridge. From the summit, many memories as I looked around. I could see the eccentric tea shack in Corran directly down across Loch Hourn, visited with the family in 2012. And also Beinn Sgritheall which I did that same trip. Ahead, the entire Skye ridge in perfect clarity above the sea fret. Of course, I had the mountain to myself (although I did see a man lower down the ridge), and so was able to soak in the wonderful feeling of being a very long way from the nearest road. The descent down to An Diollaid was an easy delight, a really surprising bonus, down springy turf. At the spur, it turns left down to the base of the valley and then a very long (10k) descent back to Inverie on tracks which become quite tedious towards the end. After such a classic traverse of such a classic peak, I spent a delightful afternoon just relaxing and rehydrating before enjoying a pizza from an outside stall near the pier in Inverie! I was back in Mallaig just after 7pm and recuperated further with another quiet bivouac at Lochailort station.

Corriehully horseshoe

Peaks: Sgurr nan Coireachan, Meall an Tarmachain, Beinn Gharbh, Sgurr Thuilm

Area: Glenfinnan, Scotland

Earlier this month, we made a family trip to Glenfinnan in perfect weather. I'd never been before, and although I was aware of the area's mountains I don't think I had realised quite how appealing (and numerous) they were. So it seemed a logical decision to head back there with the promising western forecast. This circuit was an obvious starting point, and it gave a superb outing in stunning conditions. I woke in Lochailort to low cloud, which seemed to contain the obvious potential for a cloud inversion. So I drove to Glenfinnan and then cycled up the metalled road most of the way to the Corriehully bothy in the early morning under a blanket of very low cloud. After a chat with the landowner, I entered the bothy for a second nap. It is one of the best bothies in Scotland, the fabled 'electric bothy', the only one with lights and a kettle as far as I'm aware. Excitement soon got the better of me and I started out up the top of the Glenfinnan valley in the direction of Sgurr Thuilm, which poked through the thick mist at one point. I was fairly convinced that the summits would be clear of the mist so pelted up the stalkers path towards Sgurr nan Coireachan, straight into thick mist. This ascent was really enjoyable as it weaved up the ridge through the mist and soon a little patch of blue appeared above. Within a few minutes I broke through to crystal blue skies and a sea of cloud. These moments are always absolutely magical: I've been lucky enough to experience a few cloud inversions over the decades but this was very special. A sort of plinth was poised above the Glenfinnan valley and a thick white blanket stretched out south and west, with all the high peaks poking through. The route goes first up a forepeak before a sharp climb leads to a complex section of rock and little pools (all the time with stunning views above the clouds on all sides) until the final push to the top of Sgurr nan Coireachan. The view was predictably magnificent: the cloud inversion was dissipating to the east, while to the west a blanket of cloud but with the Knoydart peaks, Rum and Moidart resplendent above - all of which I would visit later in the week. The sharp Sgurr na Ciche is particularly notable, bringing back memories of my ascent in wet snow, April 1998. Next came the surprisingly long ridge over to Sgurr Thuilm. This took far longer than I'd expected, over two sizeable subsidiary summits with a few rocky sections, and it was a long haul up to the main summit of Thuilm. Quite tiring, so I stopped for a while on the summit, gazing down the empty valleys and Loch Morar to the north. The descent, down the long SW ridge, was superb - looking directly down Glenfinnan to the viaduct far below - the beautiful green upper valley had native woodland on its lower slopes. Dehydrated, I was glad to get to the stream, and glad to reach the easy track back to the bothy and my bike as it was very hot by now. An easy bike ride back to Glenfinnan for the ultimate contrast, hundreds of immaculate tourists (but also a nice lunch and cold drinks).  

Glen Falloch peaks

Peaks: Beinn a'Chroin, An Caisteal

Area: Crianlarich, Scotland

With time and leave at my disposal, but few options in terms of getting away, I had been keeping a close eye on the weather. My plan was to head to Shetland, to fill an obvious interesting 'staycation' gap while I had the chance. However, the weather was looking better and better in the Western Highlands, to the point that it became essential to head up there instead. A rough plan was quickly hatched, and I headed off the morning after having my second pfizer jab. Less than 24 hours after that jab I was parked up at Crianlarich and heading up Glen Falloch in beautiful warm early afternoon sunshine (after coffee and baguette on the shores of Loch Lomond). I stopped off here en route to Skye three years ago, but abandoned my climb of An Caisteal in a thunderstorm. Today, I missed the path for An Caisteal and headed to the end of the valley towards Beinn a'Chroin instead. The top of the valley was pleasant in the sunshine, very green with babbling streams coming down from the upper corries and the two munros rising above. The path up Chroin was nice, steep initially, then weaving along a broad ridge to a forepeak which the path skirted. A little rocky section then leads up to another summit, which puzzlingly looked slightly lower than the forepeak: indeed, there are perhaps four distinct mini-peaks along the ridge. It seems this is a long-running controversy, which of the Chroin peaks is highest? It transpires that it is indeed the one I was on. I relaxed for a while, enjoying picking out the peaks in this region which are all distinctive and almost all of which I've done - Ben More, Cruach Ardrain, Ben Lui and the like. The descent to An Caisteal is surprisingly rocky and steep but I still enjoyed it, along with another rocky ascent up to the summit of An Caisteal, another munro. The long ridge back west over Sron Garbh was also excellent, superb views in front and up to Ben Nevis and the Mamores. I was a bit tired towards the bottom, which may have been the jab (all day I felt a little sluggish, perhaps 80%, and was certainly slower than usual: 3.06 for the round). I then had plenty of time for a river bath, the fish and chips in Tyndrum, before continuing to a car bivouac at Lochailort station.

Two Lads fell race

Race: Two Lads fell race (8k/362m)

Time/Position: 38.50 (26th from 126 [3rd V50])

The heart of Lancastrian fell running, but I've only raced once in this area before. That was the classic Rivington Pike a good few years ago, but Two Lads is also long established and was a great opportunity to do a race with my old colleague Ato, a Bolton local. It started to rain just before the start near a pub in town, and it stayed wet and very misty throughout, but this made it atmospheric and enjoyable. The race suited me well, just the sort of thing I like with runnable gradients throughout. Steep tarmac from Horwich led to a track which headed through dripping woodland to gain the open hill in typical Pennine conditions. Thick clag up to the top of the moor, and then a big loop over the hill of White Brow. After a fast road descent, the route doubled-back to take in the 'Two Lads' themselves (giant cairns on the edge of the moor, visible for miles). I was passed by two fast descenders but otherwise kept a decent pace ticking over. In fact, it was probably the best race of this week's trio, in terms of both performance and enjoyment, although the one I took least seriously (could only manage 3rd V50 in all three!). Ato and I retired for a superb dosa in a nearby south Indian cafe, an ideal post-race snack.

Great Orme

Race: Great Orme fell race (6.6km/400m)

Time/Position: 36.57 (19th from 75 [3rd V50])

One of those races I have never got around to doing, but it was a rare Welsh event to be given the green light this year. Beautiful sunny evening, superb clarity across the bay to the Little Orme as we set off from the bottom of Happy Valley after another climbing warm-up. The route climbs the steep tarmac, then the steps up to the top of the ski slope. It then turns left before heading directly past the tram station to the trig on the summit. Superb views north to the sea (which really was the deepest of blues this evening) as we headed along the tracks on top of the Orme. The race then cuts diagonally down the steep rocky path all the way down to Marine Drive for a tiny section of tarmac before climbing up again from the big houses up through some little crags (reminiscent of the Beast, this is extremely steep for a while). From here, undulations lead back to the tram tracks and a short climb back up to the summit trig. I had a good battle with some fellow vets throughout this section and then really enjoyed the fast run in back to the finish just above the ski slope. Way down the field, but this was partially perhaps a reflection of the strength of that field rather than a really terrible performance.

Castle Inn climbing

Crag: Castle Inn

Routes: Taid (f5:sec), Ffrind (f4:led), Cariad (f5:sec), Butterfly Blue (f4c:led), Wilderness Wall (f5b:sec), Route 1 (f5a:sec)

Just a short late afternoon workout on very easy routes before the evening's race, still with very little climbing strength at my disposal. We started off with the short routes on Taid's wall, but avoided Nain as it was obvious to me that robins were nesting in the hole at the bottom. We then moved round to the slabbier crag further right, very pleasant in the sunshine, before doing old favourite Route 1, which I've climbed regularly for over 30 years, scores of ascents. 

Colshaw Hall 10k

Race: Colshaw Hall 10k

Time/Position: 36.40 (35th from 700 [3rd V50])

Unlike Aintree last month, this felt much more like old times. Although there were 'waves' of starters, it was a proper race in the sense that you always had some idea of where you were in the field. All the more disappointing, then, that I couldn't find a faster time in my legs. I felt reasonably good for the first 5k but was conscious that again I seem to be hitting a kind of ceiling that I can't go beyond. It is tempting to blame this on age, but I'm not convinced this is more than a partial explanation, as I still can't find the motivation to return to any formal speedwork, and think that is a better reason (along with the usual slow gallivanting in the mountains). My PB days are over, of course, but I still want to go sub-36 again, at the very least. The race route was very pleasant, much better than Aintree's lap format, with a nice loop of the east Cheshire countryside from its start in Over Peover (near Knutsford) down to Jodrell Bank. Well organised too. I was ranked 21st V50 for 10k in the UK before this race but will be lower now: perhaps some formal speedwork is now in order! I have a couple more bites at the cherry to improve my ranking over the distance to come this year.

Idwal from Bethesda

With limited time, and the need to increase road speed after all the Scottish mountains, I parked in the middle of Bethesda and aimed to get to Idwal via the old road in a quickish time. The main Capel road climbs up to Ogwen Bank and then I took the old road in drizzle and low cloud. This is level for a while, and gives quick progress up to the beautiful upper reaches of Nant Ffrancon, where it really kicks up before veering left for Ogwen Cottage. I carried on up the path to Idwal in improving weather, did a full loop of the lake and then descending direct along the main Nant Ffrancon road back to Bethesda (25 mins from Ogwen Cottage, 1.32 for the full 20k loop).

Annandale Way

After Arkle, the weather improved considerably and I was tempted to go for something like Cul Mor given how far north I still was. In the end, however, I decided to camp in Ullapool which was always my intention. Arriving at the campsite, however, Covid policy reared its ugly head: it was pre-booking only despite my tiny tent. I checked the weather, preparing for a wild camp or boot bivouac, only to find that it was on the turn with rain forecast tomorrow morning. So I escaped all the way down to a Perth Travelodge, returning early, and decided to break my journey home in the Southern Uplands. Moffatt has long been a favourite stop for me, so it was nice to try a longer (23k) outing in the area. The Annandale Way seemed perfect - as it takes a big initial loop round to the north. It was wet and misty as I set off along the River Annan from Moffatt late morning, and it stayed wet and misty for the entire outing. After the river section, the route took a minor road (actually the old Edinburgh road) to a hamlet, and then began to climb gradually up to the Tweedmuir road. Across this and up Ericstane Hill, completely clagged in and still wet but still enjoyable. The descent went back down to the road and finally loops round the hills that fringe the Devil's Beef Tub. This is a celebrated feature of the Southern Uplands but I couldn't see a thing. There was a certain irony (or luck, depending on viewpoint) about the fact that the worst weather of the entire trip was here in these little southern hills, no more than 500m high. It got a bit rough along this section, with drops on the right down to the Beef Tub. It lasts a while, over a few mini summits (Fleckett Hill, Foal Burn Head?) but eventually descends south back towards Moffatt. Near a farm at the head of the valley, the cloud lifted just a little to enable me to discern the vague outline of the Devil's Beef Tub, but nothing more, then it was heads down on a tiring run-in to eventually rejoin the outward route above the Annan and back along the river.

Arkle

Peaks: Arkle

Area: Sutherland, Scotland

The shores of Loch Stack represents the furthest north we ever got on our Scottish family holidays when we headed to Handa in 2011. That day, I sprinted up Ben Stack. But the real prizes hereabouts are the superb quartzite peaks of Arkle and Foinaven (that gave their names to two famous racehorses). I woke early in Strabeg bothy after a memorable evening with a few drams of Tamnavulin watching the sun sink below Cranstackie, sauntering round the native woodland, taking a bath in the river. After breakfast of porridge and coffee I walked back to the car for a delightful drive around Loch Eriboll to Durness, all new territory for me. I explored the coastal Smoo Caves initially, walking down to the inner chamber. Then, after a bacon and egg sandwich from Sango Sands, a cheese pie, and a large coffee, I felt ready for more action. But the weather was not promising. I sat by the Cape Wrath ferry for a while, watching clouds lowering over Cranstackie, before trying my luck a little further south on the peaks I most wanted to do. It seemed a little more promising, so I turned off at Laxford Bridge for Loch Stack. I suppose I most wanted to do Foinaven but that is a big day out, and a combination of weather and tiredness meant I settled for Arkle instead. No matter, as Arkle is a wonderful mountain and very eye-catching from below with its white slopes of quartz. There is a long approach to all these peaks though, along the shores of Loch Stack to Lone, then up into the big valley of Strath Luib na Seilich. The onward route to Arkle was far from obvious, and I was rarely sure about it, but the navigation and route-finding was satisfying, and I got it bang on. I followed a little stream bed (Allt na Daig Mor) towards the top and emerged just below Meall Aonghais. The stream bed would have been a perfect handrail in mist, but it never came to that and I soon emerged at the southern summit of Arkle. This is a tremendous place, made even better by shower clouds tracking across the landscape to the south over familiar peaks like Suilven and Quinag. The views across to Foinaven over the empty valley containing Loch an Easain Uaine were even better - a wild landscape with a real feeling of remoteness, the white quartz rendering it quite unlike anything else in the UK. Needless to say, unlike Ben Hope there was nobody here. Ahead, a wonderful looking ridge - almost level - which proved very enjoyable. A steep descent led to a forepeak and then a great catwalk, like a limestone pavement, with a little mild scrambling, led to the summit cairn right at the very end. I really enjoyed this, the cloud was lifting and the views to the sea lochs below were tremendous. The books all suggest descending the same way, but instead I took the obvious direct SW descent down the dry valley between the two Arkle summits. This was a little arduous towards the bottom, but not bad, and far more interesting than retracing steps. I was in no rush, and sauntered down to the shores of Loch Stack (breeding dunlin), eventually picking up the track back to Lone. 

Ben Hope

Peaks: Ben Hope

Area: Sutherland, Scotland

The most northerly Munro, and a fairly obvious second objective today after doing Ben Loyal first thing. Both peaks were obvious from the Orkney ferry, and dominate the landscape along the northern coast of Sutherland. I expected to see a few more people on Ben Hope, given its fame (and the fact that it was a beautiful day) but given the length of the drive down a single track lane along Loch Hope I was still surprised by the numbers, shocked almost. In fact, it was so busy I decided I would despatch it quickly. The path is very obvious and goes up steep ground before cutting right to gain a very broad ridge, almost a bowl, that leads up to the summit. It takes a while to get there, past numerous false summits, and I only just broke the hour in the end. Superb views, even better than from Ben Loyal this morning. Most notable, the huge sea lochs, particularly Loch Eriboll, which I had yet to reach. The wild terrain over to Foinaven and Arkle (where I intended to stay the night) looked wonderful, and I picked out Ben More Assynt and Quinaig (both done in 2011) to the south. An easy jog back down, a second lunch, and then it was over to Loch Eriboll where I parked and headed to Strabeg bothy for a memorable evening alone in a wonderful location. 

Ben Loyal

Peaks: Sgor Chaonasaid, Sgor a'Bhatain, An Caisteal

Area: Ben Loyal, Sutherland

Often known as the 'Queen of Scottish Mountains', Ben Loyal is a superb looking miniature range from the vicinity of Tongue and became an essential outing as I drove from Thurso along the north coast after returning from Orkney. I briefly flirted with the idea of doing it in the evening, but instead slept in the car boot in Tongue after scampi and chips at the Ben Loyal hotel. Mist spilled over the rocky summits as I drank my coffee in the morning, but by the time I approached it via the track of Ribigill (just inland from Tongue) it began to peel away from the summits. The approach is easy but gets steep after the abandoned farmhouse of Cunside, and then very steep up towards the first - and most striking - peak. This is Sgor Cheonasaid, and it felt a bit of a slog until the ground levels out. I went to the true summit, which gave a short scramble. Superb views out to the Kyle of Tongue and the rest of the north coast, as well as across to Ben Hope and the Flow Country, all the way back to Morven in Caithness. The onward route to An Caisteal, the true summit, is grassy and easy (via another peak which proves to be nothing more than a spur) and I was surprised the trig came so soon. The day was improving all the time and I really should have continued the traverse. However, conscious of my plans for the rest of the day, I took a direct line back down instead, avoiding Chaonasaid and heading towards lonely Loch na Creige Riabhaich before descending past numerous calling cuckoos back to Ribigill. I got some basic provisions from the tiny shop in Tongue, then ate them at the Kyle of Tongue, a scenic lunch spot.

Orkney neolithic pootle

Another short Orkney outing on the world's heaviest bike. After a stupendous breakfast of sausages, bacon, haggis, black pudding and mushrooms, I could barely turn the pedals as I headed off to Skara Brae. This is one of Europe's most remarkable historic sites, and I thoroughly enjoyed my time before slowly pootling back for a lobster roll and a pint of Orkney Gold at the Ferry, Stromness, before sailing back to Scrabster in more perfect sunshine.

Orkney Brodgar cycle loop

An early start from Gaskbeg and an exciting drive north from Inverness along a road I've not been on since 1988! That was a charity hitch to John O'Groats, I have fragmentary memories of looking out to Orkney and watching goldeneye at Bonar Bridge, but I've never been back up this way. It is now branded as the North Coast 500 and, although this eastern side is less scenic than the west it is still very nice and Caithness is an interesting place culturally. I did a short jog from Loch Stemster and the Achavanich standing stones, primarily for the huge views out across the ecologically vital Flow Country. I also jogged along to Holbornhead from Scrabster after scotch pies in Thurso, then got the Stromness ferry, which was stunning as it passed the cliffs of Hoy and the Old Man. In Stromness, I hired a 'sit up an beg' bike, of a kind I've never ridden before. Extraordinarily heavy, given what I'm used to, and very tough on the hills. So that all made my first foray around Orkney harder than I'd expected. It was supposed to be a rest, and it was ultra relaxing and tranquil and enjoyable, but hard on the calves. I left my accommodation above Stromness and pootled along to the huge Stones of Stenness, then the quite stunning Ring of Brodgar, which I had to myself in extraordinarily atmospheric conditions. From Brodgar, I took the isthmus through this wonderful landscape (breeding curlew, lapwing in every single field) towards Skara Brae but turned off to Yesnaby Head. Stunning coastal views over the cliffs to the Atlantic, and down to Hoy. A horrible headwind made the return a trial, but after a takeaway chow mein (the only option), I felt a lot better and enjoyed the stunning evening light as the sun very gradually set.

Meall Chuaich

Peaks: Meall Chuaich

Area: Drumochter, Scotland

Although this is the kind of dull pudding I usually try to avoid, as with the rest of the hills around Drumochter it is actually quite enjoyable and lends itself to a mild running approach. It is also something of a landmark, visible for miles around as it is quite isolated: it is particularly obvious from the north. It was the only choice this afternoon, as I had dropped the family off in Pitlochry station then headed back north after lunch. The route begins from the A9 near Dalwhinnie and follows a long track east to Loch Cuaich. From here, the path blazes an obvious trail directly up the broad SW ridge. I was feeling surprisingly good and really enjoyed it, although as the ridge levels off the dome-like summit becomes a bit tedious with the summit cairn a long way off, meaning I failed to break the hour. Good distant views, given the isolated location, over the Cairngorms (Tuesdays hills in particular) and across to Meagaidh and Ben Alder in the opposite direction (as well as across to Laggan and our cottage). I varied the descent by dropping straight into the little dry valley to the west. This was great initially, on springy turf, but led to a horrendously steep drop-off which had me lowering down heather and little waterfalls until I finally got to the lakeside. Tired for the return along the track, which was a tad tedious as a result. Cloudy but clear throughout.

Easains

Peaks: Stob a'Coire Mheadhoin, Stob Coire Easain

Area: Central Highlands

These two peaks are very noticeable 'twins' close to the Grey Corries and the hills of the Tranter Round, which gave us a memorable long day out in 2012. Easain, in particular, is a fine peak. My guidebook was a tad misleading, directing me up a very confusing route from the little lake above the hamlet Fersit, which sits in a very central position not far from Spean Bridge. I struggled to find the route initially (because I was in the wrong starting point) moving to and fro until finally following my nose up the broad ridge which ultimately leads all the way to the summit. I gained a path, and then excellent open ground below the steep nose of Meall Cian Dearg. Superb views across to the Grey Corries: Stob Coire Claurigh is a particularly impressive mountain I remembered well from 2012, mist flirted with its snowy summit as I climbed up. I took the steep nose by a contouring and completely pathless line to the west, another stupid error on a day of daft errors. This was far harder than it should have been and meant I had to plot a route on instinct to eventually regain the upper ridge below a false summit of Mheadhoin. The wind up here was fierce, the worst of the trip and yet again an example of the current weather pattern which does not reward early starts! In some of the cols, the wind made progress difficult as it whipped in from the west. Great views down to Loch Treig, across to Chno Dearg and the peaks I did on Sunday. From the summit of Mheadhoin, a longish descent leads to a sharp col then a steep (and very windy) ascent to Easain, with even better views but even stronger winds. Then comes a tiring reascent of Mheadhoin and a delightful descent, on route this time, down the ridge with superb views of the Central Highlands. I took the nose direct this time, enjoying some mild scrambling, far easier than my contouring variation to the west! I dropped east (via a drink and break at a stream) as soon as I could to the lakeside of Loch Treig, which sits in a tight valley and is quite impressive, although dammed. Around 1400m of ascent, so a fairly tiring pre-breakfast outing.

Dun da Lamh

After a delightful day trip to Glenfinnan in the best weather of the week, I felt a mini-speed session was in order to try to retain a semblance of race fitness after all the usual mountain activity. My ankle was recovering slightly, and I felt the need to test it. The solution was a pre-dinner blast from Laggan Wolftracks up to the Pictish hillfort of Dun da Lamh - up in 16 minutes (3.14km/200m), down in 15 (a course record, surprisingly).

Cairngorms West

Peaks: Sgor Gaoith, Sgoran Dubh Mor, Meall Bhuidhe

Area: Cairngorms, Scotland

My first time back in the Cairngorms proper since doing the 4000s in 2017. It's a wonderful area, unique in the UK: for me, what makes it unique is the contrast between the pastoral lower valleys like the Spey, with all the native woodland and beautiful lakes, and the savage plateau, with its secrets hidden to the casual observer. You really have to penetrate the range to get to grips with it, and there's always a touch of seriousness to it (I well remember getting lost on Bynack More in November 1991, a salutary experience which taught me crucial lessons). I'd never been in Glen Feshie before, and after our family walk yesterday headed straight up again and parked near Lagganlia. I took a running approach today, feeling quite good in cool, cloudy and windy conditions. Beautiful caledonian pines gain height comfortably before a distinct treeline leads to the open valley of Coire Rhuadh containing the Allt a'Chroim Alltain. It was my intention to do a horseshoe of this, and I made good progress as the ground steepened and took on the Arctic tundra look so characteristic of the Cairngorms. It became very windy and really quite cold (it was very early, before 8am, and the weather pattern had been to improve throughout the day). A little light mist flirted with the plateau, and I put layers on to emerge on the broad ridge itself. Here, views open out over Braeriach and Cairn Toul. I continued running, and made the top of Sgor Gaoith in around an hour from Glen Feshie. The top is a mini pyramid of rock, and gives an astonishing view straight down to Loch Einaich and across to the still snowy slopes of Braeriach, although mist draped the higher tops. I jogged across to Sgoran Dubh Mor, notable in views of the Cairngorms from the north, and then across the scoured tundra to a broad col and up over Meall Bhuidhe. I continued down the obvious broad spur, staying high with hazy views down to Glen Feshie, Loch Insh and the Spey, and the wind dropped. It was quite a simple matter to complete the mini horseshoe and regain the approach path just above the treeline where I drank from a lovely stream (2.25 for 15k/1000m). On returning to the car, I noticed my ankle, calf and wrist swelling up and it got a tad uncomfortable for a while, especially as we walked round Insh Marshes in the afternoon.

Geal Charn (Laggan)

Peaks: Geal Charn, Ben Sgiath

Area: Monadhliath

The Monadhliath is a vast range of empty, uncelebrated hills that starts behind our cottage near Laggan. On our last visit, I'd done the two eastern Munros in the range, expecting little but actually really enjoying the big skies and remoteness. This hill, one of many with the same name, is even more isolated, but is effectively Laggan's home mountain, so made an ideal shortish objective today given yesterday's lengthy outing. I opted to start from the Spey Dam, a short drive from the cottage, and headed up Glen Markie. This was a long preamble, but nice, penetrating the heart of the range. It was a lovely sunny morning and the scenery became quite interesting as I left the base of the big glen to follow a small path up the side of the Piper's Burn. This leads into the eastern corrie of the hill, quite nice, with crags and a little lake. A steep climb out gained the huge featureless summit plateau, adorned with a giant conical cairn at the far end. Views were a little restricted by the topography, and a slight haze, but the true emptiness of the Monadhliath was apparent, as were views over to the Great Glen. I decided to append Beinn Sgiath to the day in an attempt to avoid the out-and-back. This worked well. A little cleft above the corrie had a pool, and Sgiath proved to be another big plateau. I contoured down, following my nose, through completely pathless and arduous terrain, very steeply down An Dirc Mhor and then the lump of Am Maol. At some point in this boggy wilderness I was attacked by what I suspect were deer ticks which proved a problem 24 hours later! For now, however, I just enjoyed the space and the emptiness. A cuckoo was pursued by a meadow pipit and I dipped my legs in the beautiful upper reaches of the Spey before returning for breakfast and a walk around Feshiebridge.

Ardverikie triptych

Peaks: Beinn a'Chlachair, Geal Charn, Creag Pitridh

Area: Ardverikie, Central Highlands

I'd gazed across to these hills from the belay ledges on Ardverikie Wall when we did that most classic of rock climbs two years ago. These peaks are quite far from the Spean Bridge road, although good tracks mean that all three can be climbed relatively quickly despite the distances involved. Ben a'Chlachair is the most notable, a whaleback summit that feels quite remote when you're on it. I jogged the path which we'd taken to the climb, then continued upwards before breaking off up trackless and ultimately very steep terrain which led to the edge of the obvious snow-lined Coire Mor Chlachair. Despite the lack of paths, I got it right, and then enjoyed a superb romp round the lip of the corrie to the summit. Some threatening cloud and a lot of snow over the remote peaks of Ben Alder, but it was all a bit deceptive as the day gradually got better and better. I took the top of the whaleback ridge towards Geal Charn - perfect springy turf in places, rocks in others - and then descended very steep and awkward ground to the vague col that leads into the Ben Alder interior. From here a good path headed east, after which I broke off for the long slog up Geal Charn (one of many hills with that name in this region). This took longer than expected but wasn't too bad. I had a bite to eat on the summit, which I shared with a lone female walker (the only summit I saw anybody on for the entire trip, apart from Ben Hope). I then took a much better direct line down nice turf to the col below Creag Pitridh and ploughed up this final peak in a matter of minutes. It is a little peak, but nicely shaped and gave a pleasant rocky ascent. From the top, superb views in ever-improving weather over Binnean Shuas and Ardverikie Wall and across to Creag Meagaidh, all familiar terrain to me. I descended back to the main stalker's track and jogged down this all the way back to the car - a good 7k or so (26k, 1307m, 3:59). Family walk to the Falls of Pattack after lunch.

Pentland jog

Peaks: Allermuir Hill 

Area: Pentlands

The start of a Scottish trip I had really been looking forward to, and it could hardly have been more auspicious despite being just a short early morning birthday jog at the edge of the Pentlands. We'd arrived in Dreghorn in Edinburgh suburbia in thick sea fret the night before - I believe this is the 'haar' of the east coast, although as I spend very little time 'east' it is all unfamiliar to me. The mist made life tricky navigationally, as I had no map, but followed my nose across the bypass and up tracks which started to gradually climb upwards. I was fairly confident I could find my way to the top of Allermuir Hill, and as I climbed the mist gradually dispersed to leave a superb cloud inversion: all of Edinburgh hidden by the haar, with the tops of the higher Pentlands poking through the mist, and views all the way down to Tinto (done a few years ago). I jogged to the top of Allermuir, the closest proper hill to the city, and took it all in. It seemed to bode very well for the rest of the trip. Reluctantly, I headed down into the mist and took a direct line on instinct back to the Travelodge for birthday breakfast and then a great family day out in Edinburgh (glorious sunshine soon broke through).

Carneddau run

Peaks: Drum, Yr Orsedd, Foel Ganol, Foel Dduarth

Area: Carneddau, Eryri

A dull and drizzly morning, yet again in this dire May. But by the time I got away, late morning, it was beginning to clear and I even got a bit of a tail wind for this most familiar of trips. It is always an excellent outing, much better as a run than a walk as it is one of the longest continuous climbs in Snowdonia - at least 8k from the A55 (47 minutes from the bridge to the summit of Drum). I did a little loop around the summit as the mist cleared Foel Fras, but sadly my time was limited so I headed back - but took the wonderful ridge over to Yr Orsedd to vary the descent. This has always been a great favourite of mine, and the clearing weather led to crystal clarity and wonderful views over the deep blue sea below. I avoided the tarmac on the descent by heading towards Llanfairfechan and back round via the A55.

Tour of Bradwell

Race: Half Tour of Bradwell Reverse (28k/1070m)

Time/Position: 2.49.06 (14th from 63)

Fourth race in eight days, so it does feel as if normal service is gradually being resumed. Welsh races remain notable by their absence, however, perhaps just as well as the weather has been dreadful: the worst May I can ever remember. It had dried out a bit today, though, and was merely cold and cloudy as we set off from Bradwell on a staggered start which worked well. I ran the Full Tour of Bradwell in 2018, which was a pretty memorable 34 mile journey taking in Stanage Edge and many other parts of the Peak. This was a lot more civilised, and I thoroughly enjoyed the race. In fact, it was the most enjoyable race I've done since before Covid. An initial climb over private land led up to a long and gently rising track which wound its way towards the Derwent valley, with views of the Dark Peak edges ahead. It was very pleasant indeed and led eventually to the flat disused railway at Shatton. I remembered this from the full tour, and a relaxed rhythm makes for quick progress up towards the Ladybower reservoir. From here, the route kinks up through the forest to gain open moor below Win Hill. Down through Aston to Hope and then the long but steady climb up to the top of Lose Hill. This was wonderful. I felt pretty good, the views are excellent, and it wasn't raining for a change (although it stayed dull). A fast descent down to Castleton, surely one of England's nicest villages, before another long but fairly gentle climb all the way up Cave Dale. I remembered this well from the full tour and was glad to be climbing not descending, as the limestone is very polished and was very wet: a racing descent would have been awful. I had been keeping pace with Mark from Wardlow, and his local knowledge and company was a great help for the lengthy descent through the quarries from the crossroads back to Bradwell.

Blackstone Edge

Race: Blackstone Edge fell race

Time/Position: 38.05 (47th from 190)

Refreshingly normal, in the sense that 200+ runners gathered at the start in the tiny hamlet of Lydgate and ran this short, intense event as a normal race. No waves, no distancing. After last night's track race, and a little leg loosener around Manchester this morning, it was nice to finally be in warm sunshine as M and I drove all the way round the edge of Manchester to the race, on the edge of the Pennines above Littleborough. I came here in May last year, just after English lockdown lifted: it always feels like alien territory, but I like racing here with fond memories of things like the Haworth Hobble and Heptonstall fell race (both not far away over the Yorkshire border). It is always hard, though, and this was no exception - a comfortable initial path leads to a horrible descent through the 'bog of eternal stench' before a killer climb up to the trig point at the top of Blackstone Edge. Gritstone boulders are never easy to negotiate, which slowed progress along the top, before deep tussocks further slowed the continuation descent. Then it was back up through the bog before finally being able to open things out on the paths back to Lydgate.

Trafford 3000

Race: Trafford 3k

Time/Position: 10.13 (2nd V50)

This was a little disappointing. After my conservative effort last month, I felt I was in shape to go under 10 minutes again. But it was not to be. I was in the slowest heat again, and was perhaps a little too cautious again in terms of the pace. A young lad and I were reasonably well matched and this helped keep things ticking over - again I upped the pace considerably for the last couple of laps (2.55/km pace) but couldn't duck under 10 let alone get close to my PB.

Clwyd Gate-St Asaph

I've never been able to work St Asaph into my 'compass point' runs from home, largely due to the busyness of the roads. But this was a shorter route that has been in the back of my mind for a while. I started high up at the Clwyd Gate in warm sunshine (for a change, although it didn't seem likely to last). I headed north along the OD path, over Fenlli, Famau, Dywyll, Arthur up to Pen y Cloddiau. From here, it is downhill all the way to Bodfari. I had plans to continue to Rhuallt, but didn't feel all that great, a bit tired throughout. So, after a gel, I took the road towards Trefnant. Not particularly pleasant, so I tried to take the riverside path on the east of the Clwyd. Two problems: first, only one bridge as far as I'm aware (and that was destroyed in floods). Second, the path was overgrown. So, reluctantly, I headed back to the road and took the straight tarmac through to Trefnant, then St Asaph for lunch: 28k in a rather slow 2.40 with just under 3000ft of ascent.

Llangollen gallop

Race: Gallop in the Gloaming (5m/250m)

Time/Position: 38.19 (5th from 27 [1st V50])

I arrived with mere minutes to spare to this little bonus event. It was an informal race put on by some Llangollen runners but it took a delightful route, completely different to the very familiar Dinas Bran race route (which I first did almost 20 years ago) from the school. Instead, this heads along the canal - a very fast start - for over a mile towards the Chain Bridge (I was still a little stiff after a full day's climbing at Tremadog, combined with the long drive!). We crossed the Dee then headed up Velvet Hill, traversing in from south to north - lovely views as the skies began to darken ominously. The route then veered back to the east, across the road and then the gentle climb through the woods above Valle Crucis. We started in five different groups for Covid reasons, so it was hard to get a handle on position, but I began to claw places back and ran with Andy from Buckley for most of this section. The race ends down the road from Eglwyseg, steep and fast back to the school in what became another torrential downpour.

Tremadog

Crag: Craig Bwlch y Moch

Routes: Tro (HS 4a:sec), Llafur (E1 5b:sec), Boo Boo (VD:led p.1,2), Rienetta Variation (VS 4a:led), Merlin Direct (HVS 5a:sec)

Back to old haunts, the first visit to Tremadog for a while. Again, the weather dictated a change of plan this morning and we took a familiar detour in search of dryness. It worked a treat, and the day was far better than I expected after waking up to constant rain (it has been a terrible, wet May so far after a wonderfully dry April). I am still very rusty indeed, so we kicked off at the right-hand end of Tremadog with Tro, which I have done at least twice before - a nice climb which Vic led, completely dry, which has a few crucial pocketed holds allowing steep terrain towards the top to be negotiated comfortably. We then upped the grade dramatically, taking advantage of rope above to do Llafur, a technical E1. This was not wise in terms of using my (currently very limited) arm strength, but was a fine pitch that would have been a shame to miss, and I've never done it before. Crisp moves up a corner lead to a lunge for a jug, then lovely slabby climbing on small positive holds to an overhanging groove. This is strenuous but has decent holds and leads out rightwards to good rough rock and a gently sustained finish. Far too steep for me at present, but I did manage it clean. I then dropped the grade dramatically for Boo Boo, the easiest route on the crag. Even I have never stooped this low before at Tremadog, but it has now come to this. A steep groove leads to a climb through a tree (literally) before sloping shelves lead left. The sun came out for the delightful top slab, which is a little vegetated but very simple and gently angled. After lunch, much better was to come, however, as I led the Rienetta variant first pitch up to the Merlin crack in more glorious sunshine. Again, this is easy (and I've done it before) but it was still refreshing and wonderful to be back climbing properly. It's a decent length too, 30m or more, with a couple of tricky moves up the initial rib, then slabby shelves up to the giant flake belay. Then came Vic's lead of Merlin Direct. I've done Merlin at least twice, and both routes share the initial steep layback crack. But whereas the normal route slinks off to the right, the Direct moves up, then left on to the beautiful headwall. This gives spectacular climbing on perfect little holds and is quite glorious. When it came to my turn, I romped up the crack, then strenuous moves up the top section to gain some technical little shuffles left onto the headwall. This is spectacularly positioned and reasonable until just below the top. The last two moves were hard for me with failing strength - indeed I had to change position awkwardly for one move as my left forearm was pumped. Not too surprising in the circumstances. Time flies in these circumstances, but I was horrified to discover it was not far off 5pm at the car: I had to be in Llangollen for 7pm, and I had to do this via a complicated route in what became another torrential downpour!

Eilio-Maesgwm

Peaks: Moel Eilio, Foel Gron, Foel Goch

Area: Eilio, Eryri

I had more ambitious plans for this morning, but the weather dictated a dramatic downscaling, with thunder forecast and angry clouds wreathing the Pass. So I set off from Padarn, through Llanberis and up the little lanes to gain the main track to Bwlch y Groes. My memory of the Eilio race (which I did in terrible weather around this time of year in 2014) is that it takes a direct line to the top. The main track heads west to the bwlch, though, and is longer but gentler. It gives great running, and a bit of sun came out as I turned left for the main climb up Eilio from the north. I felt a little sluggish for this, but it is steep in places especially towards the summit itself (37m from Llanberis). It was misty, but a few clearances made for spectacular views across to Elidir as storm clouds gathered then dispersed. The usual superb romp along the ridge, over the lesser tops of Foel Gron and Foel Goch - a grassy romp throughout, always exhilarating with all the great views (Cloggy etc) in front. At the Maesgwm col, I took the track down (now manicured) avoiding the sting in the tail up Cynghorion. This makes for a more pleasing circuit, I think, particularly if you stay on the track all the way to close up the loop at Ffordd Cleggir. Back to Padarn via Pete's Eats. After lunch, fierce hail and thunderstorms as I searched for hawfinches at Caerhun.

Aintree 10k

Race: Aintree 10k

Time/Position: 36.26 (20th from 396 [1st V50])

The biggest race I've done since the pre-Covid days, this was a great solution to all the current issues. Last time I raced at Aintree was the British XC champs in 2019, so this was a little more relaxed. Some quick runners in my wave, however, which was a continuous flow of runners discharged into 5k laps round the racecourse. It was all a bit confusing, with slower half marathon runners and faster 10k runners all on the course. That said, it worked well given the numbers. My tactic was just to lock into 3.40 per km pace for a benchmark to build on this year. I held a very consistent pace although there was a bit of a headwind at times, and am currently ranked 15th V50 in the UK (probably a reflection of the lack of races!). If I could take half a minute off this soon, I'd be fairly happy, albeit still well down on my PB.

Liberty Hall circuit

Liberty Hall sounds like it should be in New York, but it's actually a ruined hunting lodge in a very remote spot high on the Berwyn. I've been meaning to try a loop over to Liberty Hall for a while, and this was an excellent little outing. I have a few circuits from Corwen that work well, so this adds to the list. From town, a steep but excellent path leads to Pen y Pigyn, a great viewpoint over Corwen and the Dee valley. Above, more conifer forest eventually gives way to open moorland, skylarks and sunshine. Less than 30 minutes from Corwen, I reached Liberty Hall, a complete ruin along the lines of Gwylfa Hiraethog, and a kind of Berwyn summit in its own right. The sun was out after some very showery weather and the views west were superb. A great descent led back to the trees on the south side, then down to the familiar North Berwyn Way, which I've done a few times in both directions. A fast descent to Cynwyd, then along the banks of the Dee in beautiful weather. Finished up Gypsy Lane and Ffordd Ty Cerrig for a 10m+ circuit, 90 minutes.

Carneddau loop

Peaks: Carnedd Dafydd, Carnedd Llewellyn

Area: Carneddau, Eryri

Another familiar outing, but with an interesting twist for the last day in April in that it started snowing just as I began the Llech Ddu spur and by the top of Llewellyn the landscape was entirely covered and the day became rather hostile. I set off from Gerlan, as usual on this loop, jogging up the lane that crosses the Llafar and Caseg streams. As with yesterday evening, the ground was still pretty dry in Cwm Llafar, usually a very boggy locale, although the weather was clearly on the turn with clouds scudding in from the north. The upper reaches of Cwm Llafar are some of the most dramatic in Eryri with the walls of Llech Ddu and Ysgolion Duon hemming the cwm in. In fact, all the high cwms of the Carneddau are some of my favourite parts of Snowdonia. I ploughed up the steep side valley below Llech Ddu then doubled back along the nicely exposed path that leads to the base of the Llech Ddu/Crib Lem spur, one of the best easy scrambles in Wales, albeit a little short. For position and isolation, though, it is unmatched. The snow was fairly light at first, and I took a direct line up the spur and thoroughly enjoyed it despite cold hands - only the 4th or 5th time I've done it. I didn't hang around, getting from the bottom of the scramble to the summit of Dafydd in 19.59. The snow was sticking on Dafydd and the mist was down, so I pelted along the familiar ridge to Llewellyn, reaching the top in 25 minutes. The weather had really closed in by now and it was very cold. The snow was of the dense variety making nav quite tricky, even though I had run from Llewellyn to Yr Elen just a couple of weeks ago. I ended up dropping down the very steep western slopes to Cwm Caseg in thick mist and diabolically slippery snow covered scree (particularly in old fell running shoes). I took my time, necessarily picking my way down, and eventually confirmed my location as the vague outline of Llyn Caseg began to show at the base of the cwm. This is one of the remotest spots in Snowdonia (another of my favourite places). Many years ago I came up here for some solo ascents of the snow gullies. It's a long way back to Bethesda, so I jogged at sustainable pace gently downhill, just enjoying the surroundings as the weather began to clear. By the time I reached the lower valley, the sun was out, the skylarks were singing, and the weather was warm: an extraordinary contrast. I popped out by the car in Gerlan completing a full loop with no retraced steps, so from an aesthetic perspective actually an improvement on the familar old Carneddau race route. Later that day, a five mile Collie jog in warm evening sunshine was a nice way to warm the bones.

Siabod loop

Peaks: Moel Siabod

Area: Moelwynion, Eryri

Last time I did Siabod from Pont Cyfyng was on my birthday with the whole family three years ago. It's a circuit I've done many times over many years but treated as a mini-session today as I was quite late starting off. Conditions were perfect for a quick time: it has been an extraordinarily dry April and it was nice and cool throughout. I took it easy on the steep tarmac, then pushed a little as it levels off towards the quarry pools. A sharp climb gains Cwm y Foel in its bowl below the Ddaear Ddu (SE ridge), usually a boggy hollow. Some bog today, but far better than usual and I took a good line up to the ridge. This is a bit too broad to take directly and always involves some weaving around, but I did it fairly directly and got to the trig in 48.22 from Pont Cyfyng, almost 5k uphill. Views were superb across to Yr Wyddfa and down to the sea - perfect clarity. I took the race descent straight down, always awkward through the rocks near the summit, and continued fairly cautiously to reach the A5 in 23 minutes. Warm down to Bryn Brethynau, the beautifully situated North London MC club hut (!) where I looked back up Siabod watching swallows feeding, and then to the pied flycatchers in Coed Hafod: a superb evening's entertainment.

Band of Hope

A slightly longer ride on the new bike, testing its climbing capabilities just a little. I decided to stay fairly close to home, formulating a 'boucle' with Hope at its centre. From HK, it is essentially a continuous climb through Penyffordd and Treuddyn up to Llandegla. Glorious though, with the scenery gradually shifting from pastoral to open moorland with views of distant Arenig and Aran. From Llandegla, I turned back to Bwlchgwyn, then the plummeting descent down to Cefn y Bedd and all the way down to Rossett for another scenic contrast. After two pork pies and a pepsi, I crossed the border and turned off for Eccleston, with trees in full blossom and birds singing: another wonderful spring day. Into Handbridge then home down Lache Lane - 62k in 2.30, which is OK by my appalling cycling standards. 

Trafford 3000

Race: Trafford 3k

Time/Position: 10.23 (1st V50)

Not an obvious place to be on yet another glorious spring day, but I was desperate to race again and these brilliant track meets were an obvious starting point as they are 'Covid-legal'. I've raced at Trafford twice before, and that represents (almost) the grand total of my track racing experience. My 3k PB is 9.49, recorded in 2013. I knew I couldn't run sub-10, as I've been training for very different things! I started getting a little more specific last week which is not exactly sensible or thorough preparation, but that has always been my approach - do everything averagely. As it happens, I'd been too conservative with my time prediction and found myself in the slowest heat. I was thoroughly enjoying myself three laps in, which is not really the idea! I was reluctant to take the lead, but had to after three laps and 'won' the heat fairly comfortably with a big negative split, 3.05/km pace on the last lap. Mixed emotions - it does bode well (I am currently ranked 9th V50 over the distance in the UK - doubt there have been many times recorded!), but I should have been a tad bolder. Plenty of chances to race the distance again this summer though.

Carreg Wastad

Crag: Carreg Wastad, Nant Peris

Routes: Skylon (HS 4b:led p.2), Crackstone Rib (S 4a:sec), First Test (VS 4c:sec), Wrinkle (VD)

The longest lay-off I've ever had from proper climbing, so this was always going to be tricky. I remained passenger for most of the day and was happy to do so, partly because I've led all these routes in the past anyway and partly because I have very little upper body stamina at present. I followed Vic up the first pitch of Skylon, which I've led in the past - it is easy bar one or two tricky moves where the crack steepens. I then led the simple final pitch up slabby shelves. Crackstone Rib is probably the best Severe in Wales but I didn't feel up to leading even this familiar and easy classic. It is always wonderful though, with its slabby traverse left to the brilliant exposed step on to the rib and tiptoeing finish upwards. First Test is a little more obscure and takes a not-very-obvious line up the vague corner right of Wrinkle. If we got the route right, it gives good climbing with sharp incut holds and an unsurprising lack of polish. It steepens at a white wall with good moves to a big hold (I've never done it before, as far as I can remember). I led a bit of the last pitch of the very simple Wrinkle (last done 30 years ago!) but didn't even fancy that.

Llewellyn loop from Aber

Peaks: Bera Mawr, Carnedd Gwenllian, Foel Grach, Carnedd Llewellyn, Yr Elen

Area: Carneddau, Eryri

A slightly refined version of a longish loop I've done twice before. That said, I included Bera Mawr, which always slows progress considerably. In essence, this is Carnedd Llewellyn from the coast, as it sets off from Aber and takes the 1000m peaks race route above Aber Falls and into Cwm Afon Goch, always a lovely place to be, particularly on a perfect spring morning (which this was initially). The route up the cwm is not easy, however, and twists around boulders and the river bed continually. I can never remember the exact race route, even though I've done it three times, and headed up to the plateau too early - this means a very steep climb up the side of the cwm to gain marshy ground below Bera Mawr. I was going slowly, and it looked like it would cloud over, so I decided to take in the complex top of Bera Mawr for the views (after all, it features on the cover of my new book). The rocks do slow you down, and by the time I rounded Yr Aryg it had clouded over and was pretty chilly. I began to speed up a little over Foel Grach and there were a few snowfields on the familiar climb up the north side of Llewellyn. Predictably cold at the summit, and I had it to myself despite the end of lockdown. Probably the least sun-drenched spot in Wales today, so I pelted down and across to Yr Elen, one of my favourite Welsh mountains. I always enjoy the view back to Llewellyn, and Ysgolion Duon looked pretty hostile and wintry today. Down the steep spur and then to the base of lonely Cwm Caseg following the old Carneddau race route towards the giant sheepfold. I drank from the stream and refuelled on authentic Turkish lokum, before taking a higher contouring line to leave Cwm Caseg than I have taken previously. There's a narrow path that loops the drystone wall and takes a comfortable line round the shoulder of Gyrn Wigiau to gain the valleys above Bethesda - much better than looping lower down. From the boggy base of Cwm Marchnad, I aimed for the gap between Moel Faban and Gyrn which gives access to the series of superb ancient tracks that lead north then east around the base of Moel Wnion. You get a raised grandstand view of the Menai Strait throughout - absolutely brilliant. Back to the car in Aber in a fairly relaxed 3.40.

Pot Hole climbing

Crag: Pot Hole Quarry

Routes: Selva (VS 4a:sec), Cristallo (VS 4b:sec), The Dog (HVS 5b:sec), Right Wall (E1 5c:sec)

Another training session at the old venue, kicking off with easy routes on the right and moving across to the better lines on the left. All of them done dozens of times before, the low crux on The Dog becomes harder and more polished with every passing year. By contrast, Right Wall is the nicest route on the crag now in my view, technical and interesting with sharp little incut holds. It was an absolutely glorious spring evening, so we finished with a run up Bryn Alyn and over to Findeg in crystal clear evening sunshine.

Tattenhall circuit

A pleasant bike ride, 60k or so, in perfect spring weather. I met Peter and Jeremy in HK and we rode out to Holt via Pulford and Rossett - always a long and exposed drag for the last few miles towards Holt, even when the winds are light. Over the old Dee bridge and into England, then we broke off from Churton towards the Peckforton Hills along a narrow lane with dreadful road surface. A pleasant cafe break in Tattenhall then back to Chester via quiet lanes, along the Dee and back down Lache Lane.

Cylch Machno Round

Peaks: Y Ro Wen, Foel Fras, Manod Mawr (Graig Ddu), Moel Marchyria

Area: Cwm Penmachno, Eryri

Another idea I have had in the back of my mind for some time, and as I was tired after recent mileage, and with a vicious wind likely, today seemed a good opportunity to head across to the ancestral home for an attempt to link the surrounding hills into a logical round. It was a brilliant outing, hard in places, but it definitely needs a little refinement as sections of it could be made even better and more challenging/logical. I parked in Penmachno itself, and took the Ty Mawr road which forks off to the north after a mile or so. A steep tarmac climb leads to the unmarked turn on to a boggy bridleway which leads via Bwlch y Groes to Dolwyddelan. I assume this is an ancient crossing point but now much of it is in conifer forest with multiple deep bogs slowing progress. At the bwlch, great views to a snowy Siabod, with the side peak of Drosgol nearby. I cut through the conifers to gain surprisingly comfortable terrain which I assumed lead towards Y Ro Wen. It did, and in fact I picked up a comfortable track towards the top which led to the summit. This has a surprisingly commodious wind shelter for such an obscure peak. Sadly, it did little to mitigate a vicious north-westerly which cut into me continually throughout this section. In response, I ducked down to the Machno side but was then surprised to find a path which led round the conifers of Cwm Penanmen to gain open ground below Foel Fras. Cwm Penanmen, above Dolwyddelan, is well-known for Carreg Alltrem and its little collection of excellent rock climbs. The weather was closing in a little, with sleet and low cloud. I ploughed up the front of Foel Fras to its unmarked summit, then came the worst part of the day - tussocks and bog along the plateau towards Llyn Bowydd and Cwt y Bugail. The latter is the sight of the most remote slate quarry of all, where taid worked in (I assume) the 1930s. It is at least 500m up, exposed to the full force of the westerly wind. It was an essential part of the 'round', as was Manod Mawr, which dominates the head of the valley. So I trudged dutifully up its steep slopes to the summit. Mist, snow, wind: no place to linger. The terrain down to Rhiw Bach quarry (another of taid's workplaces - visited with dad a few years ago) is complex, so I took a weaving line down to the winding house. I then had the opportunity to join the marked slate trail down to Cwm, but rejected this for a contouring line up to Moel Marchyria, fixated on the skyline. This was predictably pathless - very arduous until a track is gained. Very steep ground then leads to the lonely road up to Migneint. Down this to Carrog and Beniarth, before a 5k road jog back to Penmachno - 24k, 1300m. This needs refining to include Moel Penanmen, Llyn Conwy and Pen y Bedw: then it will be the full tour, industrial heritage and landscape combined.

Hebog-Nantlle

Peaks: Moel Hebog, Moel yr Ogof, Moel Lefn, Gyrn, Trum y Ddisgyl, Mynydd Drws y Coed, Y Garn

Area: Hebog/Nantlle, Eryri

Last time I did this route, in 2019, I concluded that the Paddy was probably a tad too hard for me. This is the shortest of the five legs, and isn't all that arduous, although the terrain is tricky. Today, the weather was so wonderful that I decided not to bother with Bryn Banog and went straight up Hebog from my parking spot in Beddgelert. It was early, and in contrast to yesterday the hills were completely empty. In fact, I didn't see anyone all day - but the weather was even better. I felt tired on the famously steep climb up Hebog - which, frustratingly, I have done way more quickly in the past (I've done the race three times). I was particularly slow for the section up Y Diffwys, a crumbling rock band. The reward, however, was stunning summit views: there was a soft band of mist to the west and south with Yr Eifl and the Moelwynion peeking above it. Closer at hand, some tendrils of mist were still draped over Nant Gwynant. Snowdon and and my onward route to Nantlle were all radiant, stunning clarity. After a wonderful few minutes enjoying the views, I ran down the steep slopes to gain the weird cleft that leads up Moel yr Ogof - memories of the Pedol Cwm Pennant which I ran twice (far quicker than this!). Moel Lefn is awkward to the summit, and I rested a while before the slatey descent towards Bwlch y Ddwy Elor. From here, I took the Paddy line up Gyrn, a short but horrible additional climb that nobody in their right mind would normally bother with (indeed I've never been up Gyrn before). Tenuous paths lead over this to finally gain the bwlch, after which the nasty climb up Trum y Ddisgyl is pretty relentless. I remember flying up this on the first Cwm Pennant race, feeling very good indeed. Quite a contrast today, slow and increasingly dehydrated as the heat built. The best section of the Nantlle Ridge comes next, however, and I perked up for the rocky ridge over Drws y Coed to Y Garn - always enjoyable but particularly so today with great views across to Mynydd Mawr and Snowdon. From Y Garn, an awkward descent down Cwm Marchnad leads to a stream and a very welcome drink. After this, and a snack, I felt revitalised for the run down fire tracks through the forest to Pont Cae Gors - a Paddy changeover point. Around 5 or 6k down twisting tracks with some additional climbing leads back to Beddgelert.

Bochlwyd/Idwal horseshoe

Peaks: Tryfan, Glyder Fawr, Y Garn

Area: Glyderau, Eryri

A slight variation on an old favourite, done multiple times over many years. The weather was stunning, always my favourite time of year in the Welsh hills (and everywhere else) and lockdown was only partially released (to Welsh residents) so the crowds weren't too bad. I went for this grand old circuit, but planned to take in the Gribin rather than Bristly, as I've done that a few times recently. I scampered up Tryfan's north ridge in 47 minutes precisely, always enjoyable, then veered off the south ridge descent towards Bochlwyd. A drink from the stream, then over the outflow to pick up the path leading up Y Gribin. This stays very gentle until the top section and is another route I have done dozens of times over the decades. I took a little break on the Glyder plateau, reliving old days in Cwm Cneifion, tracing the lines of Manx Wall, Y Gully and Hidden Gully, all of which I retain vivid memories of! Stunning views from the top of Fawr across to Yr Wyddfa, perfect clarity and not many people around. It was warm and still - it doesn't get much better. Down the scree to Llyn y Cwn and then I upped the pace a bit for the climb up Y Garn (exactly 15 minutes). After a wonderful few minutes at the summit, marred slightly by a drone, I ran straight back to Ogwen cottage in 22 minutes, down Banana Ridge via Idwal. Around 2.5 hours for the circuit, after which I had a picnic lunch in Mynydd Llandygai overlooking the Carneddau as the weather got even better.

Berwyn extension from Dyffryn Ceiriog

Peaks: Mynydd Tarw, Foel Wen, Cadair Berwyn, Moel Sych

Area: Berwyn

The best route in the Berwyns is probably the horseshoe around Cwm Maen Gwynedd. I've done it a few times over the years but one of the big problems is parking (there is none in the valley). This large extension gets round that problem by starting miles away in Llanarmon Dyffryn Ceiriog, and it also massively extends the loop to 32k with 1400m ascent. Jez joined me, and we set off in bracing sunshine and strong winds for the long climb out of the Ceiriog valley. This road is very quiet, so the tarmac is no hardship, and eventually leads to big views out over mid Wales before descending to the very quiet Cwm Maen Gwynedd itself. We ploughed up the front of Mynydd Tarw, which is very steep indeed, before embarking on the excellent ridge over Foel Wen towards Ffordd Saeson (which has great historical significance) and the menhir which I assume is 'maen Gwynedd' itself. We went straight up the steep ridge to the main Berwyn ridge, which had a little light snow on it. A cold wind blew, but it was somewhat lighter here than it was on the road luckily. Over Cadair Berwyn to Moel Sych and a short break, before the superb descent into the jaws of Llanrhaedr, the over-deepened valley rising from Llanrhaedr y Mochnant and culminating in Pistyll Rhaedr and Llyn Lluncaws, two of North Wales' most outstanding features. The views are wonderful, and the glowering skies (it had long since clouded over) made it even better. We took in the views from the top of the waterfall before descending the zigzags to the Pistyll Rheader car park. I've only been here a couple of times as it is so inaccessible for us. A long road section down this lovely valley led to a junction a mile or two before LyM. We decided to avoid the village, and cut back along extremely quiet lanes north through the isolated but beautiful valley of the Afon Lwrch. I don't think I have ever been up this valley before, which is quite remarkable. After lovely relaxed running with the sun peeping through, we arrived back in Cwm Maen Gwynedd and embarked on the long climb back over to Llanarmon DC. Around 3.5 hours of gentle running, a superb start to the Easter break and a great way to celebrate the end of the Welsh lockdown (which ended today).

Taith Famau

The full tour, starting at the bottom car park, running up to Bwlch Penbarras then down the Hotfoot descent route to the Vale of Clwyd side. Round the bottom of Moel y Gaer then down to Nant y Ne and up to the summit via the Gully. From the top, I took the full OD descent over Moel Dywyll and Llys y Coed to the Moel Arthur car park. Then down to Cilcain church and the Pump House before climbing back up to the top via the race route and down the direct descent to the bottom car park. This route maximises the scenery and climbing on our small hill, but never covers the same ground: well over 1000m ascent.

Old Horseshoe Pass loop

Arguably the most brutal road climb in north-east Wales, I wanted to incorporate it into a meaningful loop with OHP as the climax. I have run it before (at the end of a truncated Llangollen Round) and I've cycled up it (which is even harder). But this loop went from the Ponderosa to the top of Cyrn y Brain (9.58). Then across the always boggy plateau to join OD, before a long section on quiet roads to Pentredwr, girding the loins before the vicious climax up the 'Old Shoe'. It climbs over 700ft in a mile with almost no respite - despatched in a respectable 11.25 from Pentredwr to the Ponderosa.

Anafon return

A blast up to Anafon from the A55 at Aber by way of a modest training session. I wanted to see if I could break the hour, there and back. I couldn't, but I did go reasonably well up the tarmac to the track that leads into the wild upper cwm. The mist was right down, but began to dissipate from Llwytmor as I reached the lonely shores of the lake. I didn't really go full gas on the descent until I reached the tarmac, and then I did to record a slightly disappointing 1.07 for the 13k/550m climb there and back from the A55.

Brymbo horseshoe

Perhaps more accurate to call this the Nant y Ffrith horseshoe, although that wouldn't be strictly geographically precise either. I cycled to Cefn y Bedd, staying within lockdown rules, intent on exploring the urban side first. Again, this is a function of lockdown. There was a time, not long ago, that I was exploring the South Pacific, West Africa, Central America, the Caucasus. Now I get my kicks from the Wrexham suburbs. A week or two ago, I did an interesting loop through this post-industrial landscape from Gwersyllt to Bryn Teg and Wrexham. Today, I headed to Sydallt, climbing up to join the Blast Road through the terraced streets of Brymbo to gain the site of the old steelworks, now regenerated as a little park: it's a very interesting town, of course, with a fascinating industrial history. From here, I left the urban half of the horseshoe and ran down to the Bwlchgwyn road. On the other side of this, a charming 3k (very undulating) route leads along the Glascoed road to join more familiar terrain above Ffrith. This comes out at the hairpin in Bwlchgwyn after another lengthy climb. From here, steep paths lead down to Nant y Ffrith, before a long climb goes up into the woods and eventually joins the rocky path to the top of Pen Llan y Gwr, a huge contrast with the other side of the valley. Next comes the familiar 'dream descent' from woods to road, then down to Ffrith village, then Cymau, and through the Ffrwd nature reserve back to Cefn y Bedd and a bike ride home. 

Pot Hole climbing

Crag: Pot Hole Quarry

Routes: Unaided (VS 4b:sec), Treffynon (VS 4b:sec), Grizzly (HVS 5a:sec)

As with races, climbing has been completely obliterated by Covid. In fact, I haven't climbed properly since summer 2019. I did an easy mountaineering route in Spain, but it is just one of those things that had to be sacrificed last year - any limited freedom meant that just being in the hills was a relief. This was certainly not a return to climbing - just a brief top-roping session at a venue I've been visiting for well over 30 years. No finger/arm strength and battered old shoes (my new ones were stolen in Bergamo) made life predictably difficult, but it was great to be back even if only in the most limited way imaginable. 

Maelor ride

A little longer than recent rides, which have all been aimed at recovering from long runs, this took me out to the English Maelor via Holt and Farndon. After crossing the Dee, I joined some of the lanes taken by January's 'Borders 50' (which was actually longer than this ride!), all very pleasant, and took a short break at Worthenbury (probably the low point of the Borders 50, furthest away from home). Through Bangor and the racecourse, then along undulating lines to Overton where I stopped for a snack opposite the church. The return leg took me through the middle of Wrexham and Caia Park - home via Cefn y Bedd.

The Big Link

This more or less exhausts the most ambitious (and feasible) lockdown options from the front door. After the big Borders 50 miler in January, earlier marathon distance lockdown runs to the top of Moel Famau and back, and the compass point 20 milers, a plan to formulate a giant link-up of the hills of north-east Wales from my front door began to hatch. It was a beautiful morning, but unfortunately I felt a bit tired on the plod up the lanes towards Hope. I took a series of paths over the top of Hope Mountain then dropped down to Llanfynydd through the woods. Lovely warm sunshine, despite the early hour, as I crested Pen Llan y Gwr, continuing along the Wales Link Path (finding the right way this time) down to Four Crosses. From here, a path leads to the Nant y ffrith reservoir, after which I took a wrong turn, ending up in hellish bog and tussocks on the far side of the lake. Eventually, I gained the main Wrexham road, and turned off into the Llandegla forest to join the 10k route. This gave a perfect contouring line with more climbing until I dropped down back to the main road and turned into the village. As with the Borders 50, I was entirely dependent on particular village shops being open, and fortunately the Llandegla community shop was! After a cheese pastie and tunnocks tea cake, I was ready to go back to the fray for the lovely section of OD that follows the stream valley before climbing steeply up to Moel y Plas. This entire section is always good, my favourite part of the Clwydians, but was particularly special today - coming as it did in the middle of this giant loop, beautiful 'spring' weather, and very few people around because of lockdown. I skirted Moel Llanfair and Moel Gyw via the standard OD path, crossed the road at Clwyd Gate, and began to slow a little on the long drag up Fenlli. It was all really enjoyable, despite the increasing fatigue, and I took a little break on top of Famau. From here, the relatively simple matter of 13-14 mainly downhill miles back home remained. I descended down to the leat, then up to Pantymwyn and tiringly down weary willy to Mold, where I took a Boots sarnie and a coke! Thus fortified, the final climb up to Buckley (an urban mountain!) went surprisingly well, although the subsequent descent to HK was a tad uncomfortable: 58.2k/1771m in exactly 7 hours.

North Wales virtual 10m champs

'Race': North Wales Virtual 10m

Time/Position: 1.01.20 (12th from 35 [2nd V50])

I was reasonably optimistic for this, having had a few good recent tempo runs over the distance on hilly terrain. In the event, however, my pace was actually slower than the virtual half I ran in December. I probably should have waited until Sunday, as it was windy and wet this morning. Under full lockdown, I had to go from my front door so opted for the familiar loop down to Burton, then across to Lavister and back via Pulford and Dodleston. A cross-headwind made life hard initially, but this turned into something of a tailwind for the long haul between Pulford and Gorstella. Morgan accompanied me on the bike again, which was a great help, but much to my disappointment I just couldn't sustain sub-6 pace and slipped well outside my target time (and even further behind my PB set 10 years ago). Lost out on the V50 title by 12 seconds. 

Tal y Fan variants

Peaks: Tal y Fan

Area: Carneddau, Eryri

Tal y Fan from Conwy has long been a favourite run of mine. This morning, I varied the usual ascent via Hendre by taking the steep road past the Berthlwyd caravan site, which leads to a lovely steep twisting path right to the top of Maen Esgob. This is an obscure locale but a nice mini-peak with excellent views. From here, I followed familiar tracks past the stone circle to turn off for the quarry. Above, very steep slopes lead to the top of Tal y Fan and superb views across to the central Carneddau in constantly changing atmospheric conditions. It was great to be back in the midst of this longest of all lockdowns. I varied the descent from Sychnant to take in the wooded bridleway that leads up the side of Conwy Mountain. 

Wales Link Path loop

I've been looking at the Link Path signs for a while now. Launched in 2017, it links the Welsh coast path at Saltney with Offa's Dyke at Llandegla. As such, it goes through many fields near home. A frosty day seemed essential, so it was that Jez and I set off in the early morning for Honkley. The fields were indeed frozen solid, and it felt like running across tundra (I imagine) all day. The plan was to follow the link path religiously (it weaves round a lot in its attempt to avoid tarmac). Much of it was familiar, but some surprisingly was not. From Caer Estyn, it heads up towards Bryn Yorkin high above Hope and then joins familiar paths through the woods to Ffrith and beyond. The terrain higher up is excellent, with view over Cyrn y Brain and a real upland feel. We doubled back at this point, heading for home on small lanes through Llanfynydd, over Waun y Llyn, and home via the lake: 32k/850m or so.

Hope Mountain deluxe

 Another vague idea I had stored away for years but never bothered to do. Lockdown offered an opportunity, so at the crack of dawn I took the mountain bike to Hope and then executed the plan: a quadruple ascent, with different ascent/descent routes throughout. The first course was around the shoulder to Tir y fron, the northern ascent, which then takes a very steep lane to the bridleway north of Waun y Llyn: a tough start. Down towards Coed Talon, then I cut left to gain climb number two: up to Horeb from the Llanfynydd road: just as steep as the TyF climb. From the Waun y Llyn trig, straight down the Mountain Road and back to the starting point! Climb number three takes Porch Lane from Caergwrle, arguably the toughest of them all. Some snow and ice on this made life tricky, but I emerged unscathed on the bottom road. This was even icier, but the conditions were a help for the connecting path over the fields which leads to the 'top road'. I went straight across, below the crags, on the paths to descend the tunnel of pain to Llanfynydd. Through the village, then up climb number four to Pen Rhiw. This completed the set, and the full tour, particularly as I then descended via Bryn Yorkin back to Caergwrle and then the Mold road to my bike.

Borders 50

My lockdown philosophy has evolved slightly to create memories which positively embrace the extremely limited confines: to see the restrictions as an opportunity to do things you would never usually do, and to explore the immediate region in immense detail. This can work well - witness last year's virtual marathon and a number of other initiatives. I had a day off today, so decided to make it memorable with a pre-planned solo ultra, in effect a double road marathon from the front door taking in a giant 50 mile/81km loop of my border region. I carried nothing but a bank card, a boiled sweet and half a sandwich, depending on the only two village shops I was likely to pass for sustenance. It was cold and frosty as I set off at first light, plodding at a gentle pace through Bretton and Saltney to Chester, along the Dee Banks through Boughton and out on the misty, frozen lanes towards Saighton. These were all quiet and pleasant, a special atmosphere in the dank mist. I was comfortable and enjoying myself, although sadly the lanes were flooded at Bruera, and wet feet make you considerably less comfortable. I then headed inexorably east to the Tattenhall road, weaving north past the ice cream factory and heading to Beeston. I had hoped the castle would be a useful marker/target, but in the mist I couldn't see it - even when I was on the road below it. From here, I headed south along the road that traverses the eastern side of the Peckforton hills. Then came the route's only flaw - a short section along the Nantwich-Wrexham road. Not much fun, but it was short-lived and I soon notched up marathon distance in a plodding 3.40 or so. It was all going well, but it became imperative that the shop in Tilston was open - I was totally dependent on it, carrying no water and just a bank card and mask! It was open, so I headed in for food and drink which I ate on the road out to Shocklach. I carried on at a reasonable, but slow pace until notching up the 50k (very likely a genuine PB at 4.37). The pace dropped a little for the long, twisting lanes back into Wales at Worthenbury, possibly new territory for me, thereby achieving a lockdown aim of finding new places close to home. The lowpoint of the day came next, with a long haul to Bangor, which was a bit of a struggle. But there was a shop in Bangor, and after a cheese and onion sarnie I perked up across the wonderful old Dee bridge and steep climb to Cross Lanes. An unpleasant and lengthy haul through the Wrexham industrial estate, and finally I gained 'home ground' on the Borras road to Marford, with the usual lovely views over the Cheshire plain to the Peckforton Hills - very satisfying to look across and see my route through that countryside. Down to Rossett, then along Stringers Lane for an extra victory lap round HK to notch up 50 miles/80k in 8:13, a good working day. I dubbed it the Borders Ultra: a neo-classic!

Clwydian run and ride

A period of stunning weather, and a new lockdown without end. All very frustrating, but with no chance of getting to Snowdonia the Clwydians was the best option today - high pressure after heavy snowfall, rare enough to warrant a special effort. So I cycled to Mold from the front door, all within the rules, and left the bike at the Buckley roundabout. From here, a weaving route gains the steep road up to the Owain Glyndwr, the quickest way into the hills from Mold. The conditions were enchanting, and got better with the height gained - snow draped trees, several inches blanketing the roads. The sky was deep blue, totally cloudless, with no wind as I ploughed up Moel Findeg. Some of the best Clwydian views I've ever had, so I continued through Maeshafn down to Llanferres and up Moel Famau from the bottom car park. With road access banned due to the lockdown, and conditions acting as a further deterrent, I had the route up Moel Famau to myself in the most stunning conditions - very thick snow, all trees draped, deep drifts higher up, and nobody at all at the summit. Another lockdown memory that will stay with me: a unique, magical set of circumstances, with the low sun dropping slowly over a crystal white Berwyn. I have been up Moel Famau at least a thousand times but can not recall a better view. My descent took me down to Pantymwyn, then down the legendary (and very icy) weary willy into Mold town centre. The snow disappeared as I dropped lower and lower on my bike ride home. 

Hope Mountain semi-whiteout

Snow falling, and light fading, but it was all too mild in HK. So I headed out for an impromptu run to Hope to check on conditions. They looked superb, with thick snow blanketing the mountain and heavy snow falling. The mist was lowering, the atmosphere superb, so I decided to head straight up through very obscure, very steep paths through the woods (finding some short-lived icy scrambling, a little-known possibility on certain, secret parts of Hope Mountain) emerging at the archery centre and then ploughing across a field that was unknown to me. In thick mist and heavy snow it was almost like being in the Cairngorms for a while! I emerged at the middle road, then took the connecting path to the top road and even deeper snow. It was falling heavily again, and continued for most of the descent until the familiar sleet resumed as I dropped down to HK with little light left.

HK-Peckforton

I have three 'compass point' runs from home, all of which I've done in 2020, all of which are around 20m and scenically interesting with a challenging mix of terrain. North heads to Hilbre, South heads to Llangollen, West heads to Denbigh. I've done 'south' and 'west' twice, 'north' once, but I'd never tried 'east' before today as I'm slightly prejudiced about it as a direction of travel! The first few miles are relaxed and on tarmac, from HK to Balderton and then up the long drag to Eccleston. From here I took the ultra muddy Dee path to Aldford, and then headed direct to Lea Farm, new territory for me. It was always likely I would be caught out by flooding (as opposed to mere mud) at some point, and so I was - on a section of Bishop Bennett's Way which disappeared under a metre of water after a mile of boggy fields. I cut across the fields looking for a way to cross the swollen Aldford Brook. Eventually I found a bridge, and fields led to Milton Green before fast tarmac to Tattenhall. Then came the very familiar TTT opening up the long drag to Burwardsley and the Pheasant, where I met K and E for a walk along the Sandstone Trail and a cold picnic. This 'easterly' route needs some refining before I can add it to the roster. It's a bit too short at a tad over 16 miles, and very awkward in these wet conditions. Beeston might make a more distinctive objective. 

Nos Galan virtual 5k

Race: Nos Galan virtual 5k (HK-Bretton)

Time: 18.15

After enjoying Nos Galan so much last year, I entered the virtual event, only to find it was non competitive. So, with no need to race I just ran from home to Bretton, recording a perfunctory time to submit, then continued running to the Roodee for a family walk.