I fully intended to attend the officially advertised run from the Sportsman this Wednesday evening past, not least to support Ian Fitz’s Skyline debrief, but with my car having just failed its MOT earlier that afternoon (even more of a death-trap than its driver, apparently – which may, or may Read more
A very pleasant run through the snow via the Dukes Road, Fox Stones, Pike Low and the tram-track bridge. Harmony prevailed all night, and the Belgian Blue slipped down nicely in the Nags thereafter. Good to see Mr Harvey (aka “God”) in attendance, and young master Beresford for some of Read more
[gpx2graphics map 531] A game of two thirds this one … (reasonably) fine to Stanage Pole, then an especially grim bog trot and flounder in search of the third pond of the evening which, as the track testifies, I appear to have passed a good 200m to the south. Didn’t Read more
[gpx2graphics map 530] Having declared the tentatively advertised route to Alport Castles “contrived”, and determined that we should tackle Kinder instead, Cap’n Harmer (that most empathetic of warts) spotted Andy M’s lip all a-quiver and promptly reverted to said Alport route. Off we went then, up a bit, along a Read more
[gpx2graphics map 529] Eleven stalwarts lined up for a good old fashioned soaking on Emlin Ridge; certainly the foulest weather of the season thus far and possibly the wettest wart from start to finish that I’ve had the pleasure to enjoy in the past four years. It was evident from Read more
[gpx2graphics map 528] Notwithstanding young Tom W’s pre-run concerns that our esteemed leaders may not be singing to the same hymn sheet on this one, the evening passed with barely a hint of disagreement, and a very fine run was had by all over varied terrain on a crisp clear Read more
[gpx2graphics map 524] In the absence of either a safety officer or habitual wart-in-chief, it’s just possible we never took a head count. Nonetheless there was a surprisingly healthy showing – twenty plus – for a rather longer tour of Big Moor than many of us had anticipated. Possibly by Read more
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 Read more
[gpx2graphics map 523] As balmy a night as it gets in early November, with 19 stalwarts on hand to admire Andy’s sometimes dubious lines to the scene of another of Big Bob’s rare navigational hiccups (so Andy alleges). It appeared to many of the assembled company, however, that rather than Read more
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 Read more