Broomhead access gate being a step too far for some of us, we assembled at Hugh's Hut in Stoney Middleton for a run over to Longstone Moor, ably led by Peter Gorvett. An uneventful run apart from the section on the way home when a cow decided to join in. Fortunately a few sharp words sent it on its way. Excellent refreshment in the Moon inn, where we outnumbered the rest of the customers by 3:1.
A mild night and a good turnout. Moz was to be congratulated for designing a course that even he managed to get lost on, as he (and a number of others) failed to find the pond near Friar's Ridge which those that did find it, did so as a pure fluke!! The going was officially described as "moist" to good which meant that we were wading knee deep through a good portion of this "race" The checkpoints for interests sake where:
Ten hardy souls ventured forth from Midhope led by Capt Harmer and Sergeant Hakes, no safety officer was on show here but with Westgate and Winterburn we knew we were in safe hands. The first point of call was the cabin, from there the wet boggy track ventured higher in the the teeth of a biting wind. The plan was a direct line to the Margary hill however having drifted close to cutgate a quick trip out to inspect the UXB discovered by Russ a few weeks earlier. More on the shells will appear in next Christmas's newsletter ;) The group split slightly as one section went straight at MH and the others taking a less direct route by running up Cutgate. The masses gathered on MH before some discussion by the Capt and Private Westgate on the precise bearing to the Stirling wreck, now I'm not certain how important those 5 degrees were but 10-15 minutes later miraculously we were gathered around the wreck site, A few more photos before we chose to find a bit more shelter to have raspberry whirls from Mr Holmes and our first whisky stop. It was here that the Capt decided to cartwheel down a clough to; first the amusement of the troops then to the concern of the group however he was soon up and off again to Pike Low. Another whisky and with every one signed in and Winterburn led off back to the cars with the Barber hounds in hot pursuit. Brigadier Sanderson had counted them out and counted them back. To his pleasure all were present and correct so a trip round the corner to the Wagon and Horses for a few pints of Timmy Taylor's where Hakes open the market stall and started selling the new DP shirts to any one who promised to pay him later.
A two hour forty minute epic, rumour has it, from the Sportsman to the traditional subterranean traverse of Hathersage. No idea who was there, since I'd been diverted at the last minute to attend my fair daughter's A level choices evening. All being well therefore, a fuller account, and perhaps even a track, might follow in due course. Meanwhile, ten Guerrillas were playing about on Bleaklow, visiting a pond and the odd wreck in the vicinity of James's Thorn. A good time had by all, it is alleged.
The pre-champs potter was distinguished first by the high proportion of women taking part - a good third of our number by my estimation - and second by the quite atrocious line to the Knoll taken by editor-in-chief Holmes. Other local landmarks included the Ruby and Head Stones, Ocean View - this time not quite so direct - and the conduit tunnel. Oh, and to further taint his credibility, young David then produced a flask of cooking rum at the whisky stop. The pressures of publishing to a strict deadline are clearly taking a heavy toll ...
A moderate gathering with even Jim Fulton (whom, more of later) and the Safety Officer, not known for gracing us with his presence away from the guerilla warting sub-sub section outings. The route took us up a new footpath from the dam up towards Holdsworth and then, using a degree of local knowledge, to Kirk Edge and Onesmoor trig where whisky was consumed in the almost tropical conditions. From here, a more or less standard descent into High Bradfield, alongside the reservoir and then up towards the source of the Limpopo. It was around here that Mr Fulton managed to detach himself from the posse (despite us waiting for some length of time for him to appear!!) and probably, although we will never be able to verify this, followed the route of the Dungworth race despite there being a well known short cut. His response upon being asked where he had got to was short and to the point!! ps rumour has it that there will; be some warts garments available for viewing and purchase next Wednesday
A starry starry night and a good turnout for a surprisingly orderly traverse of Houndkirk Moor, down and up to Totley trig, a bit of messing around in tussocks en route to Burbage Edge, and a gentle canter back to the vehicles. Good to see Roy G back in circulation and two or three other new faces.
Somewhat disconcertingly, there was a good deal of talk of maps and the use thereof, which slowed progress markedly in the first half of our jaunt. Fortunately no-one seemed able to spot Bamford stone circle on their bits of dampening paper, so we were left to fall back upon Andy's native cunning soon enough and, to some considerable whooping, our great leader was the first to alight upon this oft bypassed antiquity. Thereafter there was more route marching to Hordron stone circle and thence back via the bus shelter and some quite appalling tussocks and bog (for those foolish enough to follow your correspondent). All in all, quite pleasant in a wet and wind-blown kind of way - and at a little over 9 miles, rather more effort than most of us had anticipated.
A sub tropical night with temperatures more reminiscent of mid summer in the south of France. 27 runners set off on this inaugural 2011/12 warts runs. There was an unusual sense of agreement about the route! Normally we have at least 10 minutes argument prior to any warts run but this time it was agreed that we climb Fairbrook Naze, across the bog to Kinder Gates and then to Redbrook top. A precipitous descent took us to somewhere near, well actually quite a bit above, Mermaid's Pool but, hell, it was near enough. The first whisky of the year and raspberry truffles were consumed in this sub-tropical paradise. After this it was straight back via the other Redbrook with much fragmentation of the group, a worrying portent for future runs!
A small contingent met at Broomhead Hall including an injured Capt. Harmer who opted for a gentle walk. Not content with the usual run, young Berzins decided to take us on a tour of the nether regions of this part of the World. First stop via the girders was the pond, then the ruin below Pike Lowe and then towards a tin shack somewhere under Wet Stones, complete with picnic tables! A stunning little spot and one which is bound to be a checkpoint on the night race! Then a steady jog back via Flint Hill and the gamekeeper track via the Deakin Stone and back to the cars at full sprint. A beautiful night's running
End of another season. Perhaps, after such a spendid Warting last week in the Upper Derwent - mist/bogs and all, the Stepping stones of Bamford would not compete, however a good night in Jarvis clough and environs, even if the 2nd stone circle proved elusive. This year another night race (odin's mine) entered the fray, and climbing up the Ramparts of Mam Tor got everyone going - Rob Moore was so excited he flung himself of the Scree Descent. The Long Cakes returned and offered good sport, and route choice. The Winter began challenging - with thoughts of last years Snow but after the Carols conditions generally were benign. The low point of the season was Thurlstone, good beer - but no Andy Plummer, which was the reason for going; fellow Warts in confusion kept asking me was that the A628, the a616 - or even the M1 ahead as we took in the field and paths of the area. It did get a lot better the following week. Thanks to Farmer Pete we climbed steeply out of his farmyard where 30 runners had parked up and over to Ouseldon to enjoy the crag and rocks, meandered over to Green Clough and to Alport castles. The sight of the string of lights descending steeply of the castles, on a frosty night, was magical. The tensions between running Warts (paths) and HogWarts (heather/tussocks) continued to be played out - and no doubt will again in the year ahead - keeping the spirit alive! New season will start again mid September. As last year a summer programme of occasional Warting will take place, an obvious one being Kings Tree - for those not racing at Bamford. Any suggestions for venues for 2011-12 gratefully received. All the best, Andy (Captain Harmer).
An excellent run, ably led by Bob from Yorkshire Bridge over to Stanage Edge. No clag to contend with, and I don't think anyone got lost, although we managed to not find the second stone circle, which is par for the course. I think Clive may have been heading towards it when we decided to head for home. Cracking descent to Bamford New Road for those who returned via the edge, a much less entertaining route back for the rest by Bamford Clough, mill and railway track. Clocks go forward this weekend so onto the summer timetable!
Thick fog at the Barrel, kudos to Moz for cycling out there. We all knew that the only way to navigate in those conditions was to keep continuous map contact, so in true Warts style the map stayed in the back pocket, apart from a few panics when we really felt we needed to know where we were. The gps plot looks less like a spider had run all over it than I expected, but we made a spectacular 180 degree error on Offerton Moor, and were thrown completely off line by respecting a no access sign on Eyam Moor - that'll teach us.
A swiftish reverse running of the Thornbridge race with a distinctly unscenic whisky stop at the bottom of the steep (de)ascent. Andy M would like it formally recorded that he redeemed his performance of a fortnight ago by producing a Tallisker filled hipflask this week. Star performance of the night however goes to Roy Small, who arrived resplendent in dayglo cycling clobber at the pub, having cycled out from Sheffield. Cap'n Harmer would've been appalled on so many different levels.
Many thanks and a very happy birthday to Dave B for treating us all to 40th b'day beer in the George in Castleton by way of a restorative subsequent to trailing Dave Holmes and Andy Moore on the longest and possibly fastest Wart of the season via Hollins Cross, Ringing Roger and Mam Tor. The whisky stop was distinguished by Andy's offering of Tia Maria - or possibly Bailey's. No-one was quite sure, but it certainly wasn't whisky. Mild and occasionally claggy, and a good turn out all round. Whilst we pounded rather more tarmac than is traditional, the shorter alternative visited a pond, we are told. No doubt a second track will be along in due course for comparative purposes.[/caption] The 18 strong group of those who felt that Dave's call of Ringing Roger & Grindslow Knoll seemed a bit over ambitious did visit the unnamed pond above the Edale Road, then Mam Tor and a few steep hillsides thereabouts. An exciting moment when some rocks were dislodged and headed towards Mr Harmer at high speed fortunately caused no damage. An excellent pub after, made all the better by the free round, thanks Dave.
An interesting night for Roy and myself - all going well until we lost the pack on the way to Margery Hill in some clag, and unwittingly drifted off left, ending up running East. By the time we realised it was a bit late but we corrected and went South on a bearing, having nothing visible to navigate by. Frustratingly, having seen the track later, we nearly reached Margery, but I was convinced we'd overshot, which is probably why we managed to cross the Cut Gate path on the way back without realising. Fortunately the Derwent Valley is a big target to aim for... P.S. (Friday) Just been for a 'run' up Parkin Clough. I think Roy should have found a deep bog and left me to the Outer Edge crows, so when the cull of the old and infirm starts... Here is the incriminating evidence:
Not sure how necessary the meeting was. Maybe it achieved something in clearing the air and teasing out where the problems lie. But I doubt that any of us enjoyed it. Can we now draw a line under it and get back to what matters? I think we all know where the dangers are, and so long as we don't start splitting into factions the club should be able to accommodate the range of views. I'll offer to deliver on what I suggested and organise a series of "Summer Sharpeners" in the Burbage/Stanage area to try to spice up some of the Sportsman evenings.
Hi Warts, Just a note about Wednesdays consultation meeting;for most Warts the outing on a Wednesday is pure magic, a real sense of getting away from work/the city and great camaraderie - whatever the weather. The Alport Castle outing says all there needs to be said. However over the years the outing has changed, Hallam bog great as it is has lost its charm when the big hills/darkness/and even rougher ground attracts. Hopefully the meeting will not be too acrimonious - and all should speak out but there are differences of opinion, which sadly have become polarised, and friendships frayed.The program this year attempted to marry some of the differences i.e. running near the Club hut/Sportsman so we could meet other club members and support the pub, however there are some of the group who will search out the big hills whenever they can – should they let others know of a similar mind,or does it become exclusive? What obligations have the Warts to the rest of the club who run on a Wednesday - or the Sportsman - your views are important. On a wider level, affecting the summer program, are there similar issues - and is that a matter for the A.G.M and not Warts - with the clocks changing at the end of March these matters are pressing. Willy-John-Dave all need to know so that good/clear communications exist. Andy. Dave Holmes adds: I’m sure we’ll discuss things amicably and constructively at the meeting – no more frayed friendships. But I’m concerned if we’re being asked to consider a significant migration from The Sportsman. The pub has been our home since the club was formed. Newer members may not realise that we ran exclusively from The Sportsman until Yorkshire Water objected to our traditional “trespass” route round the dams. We then initiated the mixed “home and away” calendar that has since operated successfully for over 20 years. It’s only one man’s view, but I think switching to an “away and away” calendar would be very regrettable and would raise issues for the whole club. Rather than make a long and tedious speech at the meeting, I’ll set out here why I think The Sportsman is important to us. People can of course agree or disagree, and I am sure we will hear a range of views. But here, in no particular order, is what I think The Sportsman does for Dark Peak:
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