Having missed the Margery Hill start - dimwit - I took the opportunity to pick up Neil and Pete's lunch box clues, which in turn afforded the opportunity to reacquaint myself with a couple of the more idiosyncratic sections of the Landmarks route. You'll all no doubt be delighted to learn that the LIMM 2000 t-shirt, courtesy of Hawley tyres, still hangs proudly from the tree on Wyming Brook Knoll; though after a two year tenure, the hanger it is attached to seems to be faring better than the garment itself. I've made careful note of the 6.45pm start time and have no intention of missing this one too.
In the absence of Capt. Harmer, the upstart and formerly respected fell-runner David Holmes took the role of leader upon himself. An auspicious start, straight into the farmer's garden was followed by a field run, a forest run and then a very "shitey" climb to the trig point. On the way up, we lost Messrs. Holmes and Hawley, the remainder deciding to have a whip round to pay for Capt Harmer's physio bill, such was the mood of despair! He compounded this by getting lost almost immediately after the trig point. However....the second half of the run took us back to our roots, true Harmersesque values were restored as we battled our way up to Pike Lowe and then back via the girders. So all in all, we agreed, not a bad run really
A considerable bunch of hardy souls set out on this cool and windy night, most went clockwise but I and a few others sensed that the anti-clockwise route would be advantageous! How wrong we were..... I'm afraid that it has to be mentioned that Mr Holmes missed the checkpoint below Higger Tor by some few hundred yards (and this from a man who has complained bitterly in the past when someone has simply run past a checkpoint without touching it!). However, disregarding this attempt to gain a very unfair advantage by a formerly respected runner, the course was fast and demanded a very high level of navigational skill (a euphemism for bleedin' impossible), e.g. the chimney, the ruin near the end and the rain guage in the pitch black, hence the meanderings shown on the map! Results
A perfect cool, clear night for a run. 29 of us started from a new venue, straight up onto the top the over to Ouzeleden Clough (shades of the Crookstone Crashout), then out via Cote Clough and lots of heather bashing. From there the main group went to Green Clough but 3 of us wimped out and went direct to the edge. Sadly the 3 who took the short route missed out on the climb of Alport Tower, no doubt tales of that to come... Then a quick run back to the farm before a refresher in the Ladybower. Full route - thanks to Clive for remembering to start his watch -
The Northern Warts surpassed themselves this evening, making a special trip to Andy Plummer's Huntsman Arms in Thurlstone, only to find the landlord away on holiday. Perhaps next year we should warn him in advance of our plans. Having waited unnecessarily for Ash to fail to materialise - neither late nor at all - we were treated to a diet of muck, tracks and pot-holed tarmac ("very dangerous", Master Harmer opined). To be fair, there was also some heather, gorse, bracken and a quarry or two, but as Dave B observed, it became clear over the course of the run why no-one from PFPR deigned to join us - they evidently know better than to do anything so foolish as to run from Penistone and environs. A fine session in the pub afterwards nonetheless, a select but decidedly stalwart gathering, and good to see Jan and Martin too. Jan's forthcoming Streak in the Peak, prior to his NZ adventure, has clearly grabbed the imagination of a number of Warts ... see you all there a week on Saturday?
The calendar suggests that the S. Warts could run from the Sportsman, if Thurlstone is too far to get to for 7pm, but a suggestion of running from the Grouse (Froggatt), which we were unable to reach in the snow earlier this winter, has met with approval. So we will be at the Grouse for an 18.45 start. Please don't fill the car park; there may not be too many of us this time but leave plenty of space for other customers, parking on the road if necessary.
A group of some 25 met at Low Bradfield car park for the first of the new year's warts runs. All was well and the group ran in perfect unison to the top of Agden Rocher in benign conditions. At this point, the Captain issued his orders, which many distinctly heard as going to the stile, crossing the road, running along the plantation and then down the new path to the top of the Canyards, whereupon we were going to enter said wilderness and battle our way through brambles, neck high bilberry etc and so on. However, a worrying split took place with Mr Harmer deciding to suddenly split with the main group and lead a renegade group onto the road and thence onto open moorland via some easy going path. This was the last that we (the real warts) saw of them until Emlin. The real group went down into the Canyards, enjoying the full experience of this unique area and with some amazing navigational expertise which, frankly, the club should be eternally grateful for (by Ian Winterburn and me, naturally), many others would have simply sat down and resigned themselves to an early death, found our way back to the road at Bar Dyke! Ever onwards, the real group ran up the Dukes road to Hurkling Stones and then via more neck high vegetation to Emlin, where we met up with the "splitters". Much whisky and back slapping later, we found ourselves back at the cars and thence to the Nag's Head.
Daves B, McG and I, forgetting it was a Wednesday night, happened upon the Sportsman for a pint or three last night; so imagine our surprise to be confronted with Messrs Westgate and Musson enjoying a quiet pint on their own in the corner. They advise that they'd journeyed in the company of Clive Last and son (over from Oz?) to the pole, High Nebb and back via some bog and disorienting clag. Only one roadie, by contrast, Simon Bacsich we believe ("tall chap with a tache") ... who, finding himself to be Billy no Mates with road shoes, thought better of the exercise option and b*ggered off home. Warts 4, Roadies 0. See you all for a Happy New Year's pint in Bradfield next Wednesday, assuming we all survive the intervening Birthday Runs.
A big turnout for the annual carol singing at the Headstone. A cold, dry evening. Capt. Harmer issued a challenge for the way back...to find the elusive hole in the woods which had proved so elusive on our previous meanderings around Ocean View. The top of Ocean View was duly conquered and we set off in a westerly direction guided by our trusty hounds and ended up lost again... in the woods as I recall, when we shouldn't have been! Up steps young Berzins with a knowing smile and much to certain people's annoyance, led us straight to the said hole/crater. Duty done, we set off back to the pub. Lucy attempted to break the odd bone by slipping and falling on the ice but alas, there was no Safety Officer to help out, just when he was needed! Otherwise uneventful.
A classic warts run in many ways. Strines ridge via the (very damp) boundary stones route to Derwent Edge, down to the packhorse bridge and up to Pike Lowe for whisky, nothing much else to say really. Then Lost Lad and back to the pub although some did deem it necessary to visit Black Holes, beats me why. The lack of the safety officer and the presence of Ruth was the cause of some early concern but as a group, we managed the weather this without any apparent mishaps. The pub was as always, very welcoming and the beer up to its high standard. Oh...and apologies to Jim and Guy for leaving them behind at the start, it happens to the best of people (see Bradwell run!)
Another very cool warts' run! Lots of fun wading through thigh deep snow at 45 minute a mile pace, at one point we did break into a run but only when we were on the ROAD! Yes, Yes it's true, our leader sanctioned a mass run down the road from Higger Tor! To be fair, the alternative of slogging through more thigh deep snow would have meant that the pub would have been closed. We did finish with a "burn up" through Lady Canning's but that was little consolation!
LATEST: Southern Warts by road to Grouse now cancelled.
If locals wish to run up under their own steam and meet for a pint there around 7.30pm, then please post a comment below and/or email the webmaster. It looks as though there will be no takers for this, so don't expect anyone there unless you make sepecific arrangements.
Northern Warts run from Upper Midhope has been cancelled. A group of us will be running from my house, 615 Loxley Road, at 6.30. Tim T has suggested that we then rendezvous in the Rivelin Valley at 6.45 before attempting to run to the Sportsman for a pint, (see his comment below). Sounds a nice idea to me. Views? Dave H, 11:45
From Tim Tett (not strictly Warting but relevant):
Given the weather, many people won’t be able to get up to the Sportsman tonight - in a car anyway. So as a suggestion I am going to run up to the pub from home via Rivelin, have a pint, and run home again. If anyone wants to join me from the S6 area I will be at Hollins Bridge in Rivelin at 6.45. This will allow the Warts run from Dave Holmes house to join in if they wish. I’ll wait for 5mins or so in case anyone is running late (sorry for the pun). Hope to be at the Sportsman for 7.30- 7.45 and leave again around 8.15. If anyone wants to organise a similar run from other parts of Sheffield you can email our the webmaster or just turn up at 7.30’ish from wherever.
I will endeavour to make Tim Tett's rendezvous, leaving Crookes at 6.30pm. If anyone cares to join me (Willy), email
See also news page for thoughts from Gavin & Andy Moore.
Whilst not claiming to be the official warts run, Andy Harmer, Tim Hawley and me (Chris Barber) met at Dave Holmes house and promptly left him as he was going to do a "road" run to the Sportsman. We, however, took the hearty option and ran up the Common, along the top, to Holdsworth and then down and across to Dungworth and thence back to the Robin Hood pub, which...was bleedin' well closed!
Ha! Serves you right for being such miseries. Those of us of a more sociable disposition, (John Gunnee, Dave Sugden, Paul Sanderson and me, Dave Holmes), headed down the Loxley Valley to the Rivelin, where we found Lucy, Willy and Tim running round looking for us. United, the group then had a magical run up the valley, past picturesque weirs and frozen millponds, then a grind up the snowbound Blackbrook and along the windblown edge above the Rivelin Dams. A slog through thigh-deep snow in the last field, and suddenly we were in the Sportsman with friends who'd battled from various different directions. These included an unmoustached Mr Westgate, who took some stick from his fellow Movemberists for premature shaving. Two pints later we donned winter garb again, bade farewell to Jill, Harry and the locals and reversed down the Rivelin via two whisky stops. A slog through unbroken snow through the fields to Nethergate, and suddenly we found ourselves in front of a woodburner at the top house with pints of Tetleys in our hands. An impromptu snowball fight with some overexcited locals, a glissade down the Loxley Lunge plunge, and next thing we knew we were over the one-man bridge and back home. A wonderful evening, and the strangest "road run" I'll ever do in my life. Photos to follow when I get home to the camera. GPS of the alternative miserabilists' route below...
A sure sign of the increasing average age of the Warts can be seen when we choose to drive a part of the way to the destination when in days of yore, we would have thought little of running all the way! So we drove to Redmires and ran from there, the usual route with the odd bit of tr****ss. There were a number of virgins in the group, all of whom were suitably deflowered in the moderately cold and in places, quite deep water. Some may ask, why we do it, to which the reply, as always, because it's there! A little bit of excitement ensued upon our exit when two loyal Hathersage residents/busybodies, berated us at length for tr******ing! Clearly he was quite a shrewd fellow, as he did refer to Mr Holmes as a dickhead, or were we collective dickheads, we'll never know. To avoid further encounters, we fought our way to the top of the hill and thence via Callow Bank to the waiting cars. A "cool" night with the odd snow flurry! I would post the map up but well...you know....
A cool evening, some 25 or so warts started off including a new boy (from Nottingham, I think). Capt. Harmer with his authority duly restored, led us up the long thrash via the cabin to Madwoman's stone (should this be singular or plural to encompass all that gender?). From here a true Harmeresque thrash across the moor to Druid's Stone and then Dave Holmes and Al Ward duly led us off in the wrong direction again, he'll be going for the hat-trick next week. Fortunately the more sensible of us realised this and found 444/442 without any undue problem. From here it was a simple stroll up to Crookstone Knoll, down to the car and to the pub!
An interesting little run, some had tired legs from the OMM, others were holding themselves back prior to the champs on Saturday, so a shortish one was agreed. Ocean View via the Conduit and then..... the "hole" in the woods. Dave Holmes ( for 'twas he who was leading at this stage, Capt. Harmer having lost some of his authority of late), led us in the completely wrong direction, in the manner of his previous weekend's OMM run. Consequently completely disorientated , we wandered aimlessly round the woods and never did find the infamous hole. The feeling was that it was always somewhere to the left! Ah well, never mind, we'll just have to keep practicing at this navigation business. As a finale, we ran down the now flooded gutter into the waterworks and back to the pub.
Happy Birthday to young Thomas - even if he seemed a tad diffident upon his return to the pub ... what no speeches, Tom? A fine route and the crack trio of myself, Rob Moore and Dave Bollington were more than satisfied with our top ten finish tonight. We may even win Tom's 80th race ...
Warts night race Lateish note: please make sure you use the UPPER car park, as in the route below, so as not to frighten away other pub users. Also the landlord will be doing chip butties, first-come, first-served (that rules me out then, JD). On Wednesday 27th October I am putting on a warts night race from the Strines pub. There will now be a mass start at 6:45. Teams should have a minimum of 2 people and obviously need to be able to navigate themselves around, or escape from, this night orienteering course & are expected to carry standard FRA kit and some form of emergency safety bag sufficient for individuals & the team. As ever there is no support out there and so teams need to be responsible for themselves & to be able to cope with whatever happens – emergency or otherwise. The run will take “average” runners 1.75 hours. Teams need to get a good mix of navigational skills & experience to be able to cope with a toughish course. Teams should register with email or email. TW
|Start||Strines pub upper car||223 906|
|01.||End of spur & fence corner Closes 8:00 Checkpoint manned||187 923||200m East of Cogmans|
|02.||Berristers Tor Closes 8:15 Checkpoint manned||199 926|
|03.||Bents Clough / Abbey Brook stream junction||200 924|
|04.||Blackholes rocks/tor||208(5) 902(5)|
|Finish||Strines pub upper car|
|Only road permissible between Strines pub & access point at 223 904 Route available via calendar or here|
In a late but entirely credible bid for this year's Pertex Trophy, I received the following text from Dave McG last night, who's up in the Lakes a-BG recceing with Ruth B. They were booked into the YHA in Grasmere ... "... did legs 1 and 2; navigational cock up coming off Fairfield that [as it transpired] was actually St Sunday Crag; ended up on the A592 near Patterdale after 12 hours on our feet. Got a lift up to the Kirkstone Pass Inn and taxi from there after a couple of beers." At least Ruth can now look forward to a diet of Wednesday night ribbing that extends beyond the dangers of slipping off steep valley sides.
Back at the Sportsman for an eclectic evening of entertainment. Moz and John D had been overtraining so decided to give their legs a break by pottering up to the Pole and back. Willy, as he scandalously reveals below, moved to the really dark side and ran on the road. The rest of us opted for a downhill start after last week’s thrash up Win Hill and headed for Rivelin waterworks. The notorious duck boards to the stepping stones were as greasy as ever, with even the dog losing his footing. Then it was up to Rivelin Needle where we posed for a new title picture for the blog, (you can see/download the uncropped original below). Over the dams and up to the Headstone, (which we shamefully forgot to climb). On to the haunted house, where Clive rescued the day by producing the night’s only flask of whisky. Ruth introduced an element of sophistication by inviting us to wash down the scotch with Stone’s Green Ginger, albeit worryingly disguised in what looked like a Calpol bottle. Then, in deference to a certain absentee, we thrashed through tussocks and bog to Ocean View and thence back to the pub, where there was a convivial mingling of the various Dark Peak tribes and some of us even spoke to Willy. A really good club night. DH [caption id="attachment_156" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Warts show their legs at Rivelin Needle before winter kicks in"][/caption]
It took me a little over two years to crack, but as penance for a rather idle week I finally donned reflective vest and road shoes tonight for what the roadies call the "Full" Dungworth (evidently the Warting equivalent of Dungworth "direct"). The entire sorry tale would be revealed below, but my battery ran out in protest.
A late change from Birchin Clough because of roadworks on the Snake meant a hilly but runnable route taking in Win Hill and Lose Hill, with a second trip to the top of Win Hill for the masochists amongst us. No jungle or bog this week. Here is the profile, without the final Win Hill climb, we took an early path through the woods. [gpx2graphics elevation 478]
It looks as though we may be unable to reach Birchin Clough because of roadworks, so please meet at Yorkshire Bridge instead, Ladybower Inn afterwards. This is the final update - promise. As it's rather short notice please let people know if you can.
Promises to be the true start of the warting season. Looks like it's going to be Kinder this time as went on the Bleaklow side last time. Any route suggestions? We haven't climbed up the Naze to the Downfall for a while, the question is where to go from there?
From Bradwell last night, led by Al Ward across every valley he could find, including Cavedale and Winnats, where we climbed the hill just to come back down it again. He even took us to look at the top access point of Titan, which I could not have found unaided, and another bit of cave system near Dirtlow Rake, details of which Gavin has found here. Good running and a very respectable turnout although at least two managed to lose the pack after about a minute and did their own route, perhaps more of that later. We finished in the Bowling Green pub. And....me (Chris Barber) and Neil Woods (a newcomer, all the way from Oldham!) having stopped for a slash at the start were amazed to find that everyone had buggered off and left us, (bastards) so we went for a run on our own!
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