Purbeck's running

Red flag, bugger. Who would of thought that the MOD would be playing army on a Friday. So my best laid plans were scuppered. What to do? I was intending to run the Jurassic coast line to near weymouth and back to kimmeridge. Infact my Sept event was going to be a 50 miler this weekend but as we all know, what we want to do and can do aren't possible from time to time. With my rib injury i have done pretty little this last month (C2C in exception) and my knee was also playing up which stopped me from going out last weekend for a long run. So with this being my last chance to do something for sept i was now facing down what to do. Simple if i cant go west I'll go east. I had no maps but i have climbed swanage for years so i have a little local knowledge. Hang on. I'm in swanage on a beautiful day..why aren't i climbing..hold on, this is why i have never run the Jurassic coast as climbing the sea cliffs always favours a hard slog on the purbeck hills.
But I am here now with no distractions, unless i run into a tank. I turn myself around and head east to Swyre head and decide on making it up as i plod along. The ridgeline is superb with a couple of tough ups which i try to run up to no avail. Upon reaching Swyre head I only had 2 options, to either drop down to the coastline or head inland. Since I was planning on coming back via the coast I went inwards along the top of an amazing bowl. Unfortunately i then dropped down and onto a road, something i had wanted to avoid. but, i soon soon Corfe castle and figured out where i was, nearing Kingston and a favourite pub (Scott Arms). Here again I dithered on whether to take the road to Matravers or drop down into another valley via a path. Wanting to stay offroad I took the path and into the valley i went. Traversing beautiful farmlands and all types of farm animals, including a large pack of Alpaca's I ended up in Langton Matravers from which there are a multitude of paths heading to Swanage and the coasts headland. Once at the headland I took a break and ate a sandwich to try and ease a nagging stomach pain and take a painkiller for my knee.
The next stretch, which I know well from climbing, was a joy. My stomach aches lessened and my knee was forgotten as I meandered my way on the South West path only the old scattered quarry mines slowed the pace with hard ups and downs to pass them by. Approaching Aldhelms Head the inclines started to show themselves. With tiring legs these ups just got harder and with the wind battering me full on constantly my head was wishing for the end. When i turned the corner of Aldhelm I was taken aback by the Jurrassic coastline, although my heart sank a little more as i contended in my mind of all the hills i still had to hit. The end would just have to wait a while.
I decide to walk more and more here especially the hills I was incapable of doing anything apart from huff and puff up these now. But, I did enjoy the downs. I hammered these fast and my legs felt surprisingly strong. I wish there were more hills i could train on locally. Soon I was sprinting down into Chapmans Pool a beautiful idyllic spot for anyone to admire. Admiring soon turning to hurt as I made my way up over a 100m vertical for a km, ouch. More awesome views from the top though and I was sure I could see the end with no further big hills.
Another fast descent and I was 'cruising' past Kimmeridge ledges and could see the tower at the bay. Descending into Kimmeridge bay I took a break to admire the views and take a few shots. With still another 2km to go to the car I didn't linger long and taking the long way back didn't enthuse me at all. Arriving back I managed to buy a cold orange and lemonade from the cafe and take a seat after 5hours on the move covering around 26miles of tough terrain (circa 3700feet).

From 2011 Purbeck run

A great days running and I surprising felt good, tired, but in a good way seeing that my training had been low these last 6 weeks. I recommend anyone to run/walk the Jurassic coastline it is simply beautiful and whats best for me is that i still have the westside of kimmerigde to explore now - well maybe next month. And even better as i contemplate linking it all up with a run from Studland to Weymouth. Mouth watering.

From 2011 Purbeck run

Adidas Terrex Coast to Coast 4 Day Adventure Race

Being fairly new at adventure racing it was with a little apprehension that we decided to sign up to a 4 day challenge. I blame Jiri myself after meeting him at a QuestAR event and sold it to us. He was coming over from Qatar and doing it solo, so, we couldn't exactly not do it. The months flew by and the training went well but every time we thought we had a 3 person to do the event with something fell through. With time running out Jake had found the perfect partner, Ben, an experience adventure racer who could show us the ropes. He also had a support crew for us in Gill and so, we were ready for this big challenge that awaited us.

Heading up on the Wednesday in the driving rain and a half comatosed Jake. Gill was having second thoughts on crewing for us. She had an option of racing instead. This caused all sorts of panic and confusion as Ben and Gill were heading up tomorrow in a separate van. The morning brought better news in that Gill was happy to crew and look after us for the event. Good news and the weather was perfect, so we headed out for a pre race warm up climb. We were in the Lake District after all. Little Chamonix is an easy climb but so enjoyable and doable in short time allowing us to head over to St Bees and go shopping and set up my tent. We also met up with Jiri and his brother Jan and enjoyed catching up over a couple of beers. I had thought driving up from the south coast was bad but they had just driven near on 24hrs from the Czech Republic. That evening we enjoyed a short walk and watched the sunset over the Irish Sea. Ben and Gill arrived shortly after to set up there gear and for us to have a 5 minute race preparation. Agree on who's doing what stage, good. Don’t get lost, good and no slacking, sorted. The Adidas Terrex team must be quaking in their spd's.

The day of the race arrived. I had yet another lacklustre nights sleep. I had busted my ribs biking 3 weeks ago and have struggled to sleep well since and sleeping in a tent did not help one bit (even with a mat and 2 pillows). Although today was a comparative lay in at 7am get up. We drove into Whitehaven fuelled up in eager anticipation of the race. Ben managed to deflate this with a 'Sorry guys I left the oars back at camp'. D'oh, back to St Bees to pick them up. Let's start again. We had finally arrived at the start of this amazing race. The atmosphere was buzzing, competitors were to-ing and fro-ing getting those last minute adjustments done. The setting looked well organised and professional. People were taking pictures of people and the cameramen were following James Cracknell around (he is a superstar I have to admit, full of admiration for what this guy has done and achieved). A quick race briefing and we were soon slotting ourselves into our kayaks for the off.

From 2011 Coast to Coast

Stage 1 Kayak to St Bees 7miles 1hr6mins

A mass start in Whitehaven marina. Couldn't have asked for anywhere better. The weather was perfect and this just felt like a big event. We made a good start in our double Necky kayak. A few argy bargys and we were not far of the lead. Once out the harbour we just got a good rhythm and only a couple of the lighter faster kayaks managed to overtake us. Landing in the surf of St Bees we waded ashore for Jake to dib out and get ready for his bike turnaround.

Stage 2 Cycle to Loweswater 25.0mi, 1hr19min ^1549 v1230' (Transition 5mins. Lost 20+mins)

Boys nailed it - transition team didn't - lost 25mins because we arrived late. Extremely annoyed here as Ben and Jake and ridden their asses of only for us to negate any benefit due to us flaffing around back at St Bees. Forget about it and make up the time was the superb attitude from all.

Stage 3 Kayak Crummock Water and Buttermere 4mi, 1hr5min (T: 25mins. Lost 5mins)

A quiet paddle interrupted first by a huge downpour and then a portage over to another lake. This was about 1 km long over rough terrain. We had brought some portage wheels for the kayak but after every 10yards they just broke away and so after the 4th attempt we gave up and carried this bulk of a canoe. I think Jake must of been peeved as we boarded the next lake he decided to tip me in! Accident, I'm not so sure. Another carry to the dibber and we had completed a great kayaking section.

Stage 4 Climb Robinson 10mi, 2hrs40min ^4000 v4000' (T:8mins. Lost 10mins)

After drying myself off and getting new cloths on it was all up. A steep ascent. This section not only had seemingly vertical ups but the downs were no kinder. For me this was one of the hardest stages. The endless steeps was a killer on the legs and I had been on the go all day (Even the transition drive was stressful). Ben even tested my ability to hold my stomach contents in by first dry retching for an age and then abruptly pouring gallons of his contents over the mountain in front of me. I quickly averted my eyes and managed to contain myself. Phew, I was alright and Ben quite rightly apologised :) It was all down from here to Derwent and Ben quickly gathered himself and was flying again.

Stage 5 Swim Derwent Water 500m and 1mi Run (T:7min)

The changeover and jumping into the lake was fun. But soon after the body was tiring and it was hard work trying to crawl in a wetsuit and sore ribs. It could of been worse we overtook one fella holding on to a support canoe in pain from cramps. The short road run into town was infact a mile mainly on rocky tracks, which killed my barefeet. Lost a load of time here, which was extremely frustrating at the end of the day. Although the finish was a good emotion running up Keswick highstreet with the supporting crowds.

Day 1 Whitehaven to Keswick 7hrs23mins 40miles ^5413 v5164'. A solid start only wishing we got the second transition right. With all things going for us we could of saved at least a half hour.

A relaxing evening with Gill cooking up some lovely pasta. I then had to leave them all to set up my tent. Both Jake and Ben were sleeping in their vans (I either need to buy a van or stay in B&B's from now on when I am out with them) and Gill just had a small pop up tent, which goes anywhere. I have to say that out of all 4 days this was the most knackering for me. I felt drained and only wanted my bed but we had to hang around for an age for the 9pm race briefing. After this I went to bed as it was up early for 3 consecutive stages for me.

Stage 6 Cycle to Thirlmere 5.56mi, 27min ^869 v446'

A 7.20am start and quick road cycle to the lake. Uneventful apart from one big hill.

Stage 7 Kayak Thirlmere 4mi, 46min (T:4mins)

From 2011 Coast to Coast

Wow, stunning scenery all around. An easy enjoyable kayak in the morning dew. Only incident here was Jake keeping hold of the dibber and so Ben having to run back up the slope to take it. Once we had finished the kayak it was a quick pull and carry through the boggy wetlands to the end of the stage.

Stage 8 Climb Helvellyn 8.5mi, 2hrs ^3100,v3100' (T:9mins. Lost 5mins)

Awesome section. A longer transition as we had to change into dry cloths for one of the tougher stages. The climb started near on immediately, steep and constant into the windy clouds of Helvellyn. At the top visibility was poor and we missed the cairn and so descended the wrong way for a 1/4mile. We made our way back up begrudgingly and descended down swirral edge. This was fast, exciting and non-stop to the end. My day was done and a deserved rest after 6 straight legs.

Stage 9 Kayak Ullswater 8mi, 1hr32mins (T:4mins)

The last and longest kayak and it was a great oar from the boys. And a deserved platter of goodies awaited them. What foods to have out is a difficult choice as on these races your appetite can change all the time. So rather than just leaving out a biscuit or banana etc it's always best to leave a big selection. On the table here we had Ham and Cheese rolls, Pot Noodles, a selection of cheeses, crisps, tomatoes, biscuits, pepperoni, coke, tea. The bonus here is that they don’t have time to eat most of it and so it’s left for me to polish off.

Stage 10 Cycle over Shap Fells 25mi, 2hrs29mins ^3400 ,v3100' (T:10mins. Lost 20mins)

What was looking like a great ride from the guys but unfortunately took a poor track over great Ashby scar, which put the breaks on their time. We ended the day in Kirkby Stephen high street and made our way to set up camp in the local school. That night we ate out to save us cooking yet more pasta. Again after the 9pm debrief everyone made quick exits to bed. Tomorrow was an earlier start of 7am.

Day 2 Keswick to Kirkby Stephen 51miles, 7hrs49mins, ^6500 ,v6100' A better day for me, just overall more enjoyable and I didn't feel beat up at the end of the day. Think the others were tired though.

Stage 11 Run over Nine Standards Rigg 11.5mi, 2hr37min ^2014,v1424' (Lost 10mins)

Another great run - hilly, muddy and boggy and great views all around. Ben aggravated his knee so had to take it easy on the way down from the top. Also took a minor wrong turn and so lost a few minutes, worse was that we had to climb back up a steep hill to regain the missed path.

Stage 12 MTB along Swaledale 15.5mi, 1hr51min ^2000 v2250' (T:3mins)

After a quick half pastie, it was on the bikes. This was a superb mtn section. Some tough hills but with great descents. Although I am still a little nervous on the steep rocky descents - I continually feel as though I will fall over. My ribs still hurt from crashing 3 weeks ago are a constant reminder of how easy it is for me to fall. I think I will bin my Spds technical sections in future. Lost time with Jake helping out a fellow competitor with a puncture. All in the good spirit of the event. The finish was at the spectacular Castle Bolton and a smooth transition - we were starting to get better at these - saw the guys fly out.

From 2011 Coast to Coast

Stage 13 Cycle through Vale of York 28mi, 1hr29min ^1000 v1750' (T:2min)

The boys were thrilled with their ride. Minutes away from the top elites and this was on mtn bikes and not highly specialised cross bikes. Take a bow. This awesome ride gave us a sniff that we could win our category tomorrow, we were now only 15mins down after being over half hour at the start of the day. Finishing in Northallerton town centre parking was hard so I just did a pick up and run with the guys and the bikes as we were staying at the leisure centre a mile away.

We ate out again that night in which I had a 3 course meal so that I wasn't lacking any calories for tomorrow’s final day.

Day 3 - Kirkby Stephen to Northallerton 54miles, 6hrs, ^5000 v5500'

From 2011 Coast to Coast

Stage 14 Cycle through Vale of York 10.5mi, 41mins ^984,v860'

Easy morning ride to get the legs going after 3 hard days racing and another early rise for a start time at 6.32am.

Stage 15 Run over Carlton Bank 9mi, 1hr42min ^2100 v1950' (T:2min)

Jake took over running duties with Bens knee not 100percent. And for a person who didn’t want to do any running he sure did start out quick and didn’t let his pace slacken at all through the stage, especially as I was trying to take it easy as I was dreading the next mtn bike section.

Stage 16 MTB across North York Moors 19mi, 2hrs9min ^2000 v2000' (T:3min. Lost 25mins)

I was not looking forward to this ride. I expected a lot of tough hills and unnerving descents. thankfully there were very few. Hard hills but all extremely enjoyable and with this being my final leg I pushed my legs hard to stay with Ben. It was all going to well, overtaking teams and being in a fine place for biking. We then went to far down a road and then choose a poor route over the moors. this cost us twofold in that it took us to the top of the hill (could of been avoided) and then the path disintegrated into a bog and so was unridable. It took an age to regain a decent path by which time most of the riders we had overtaken were now back in front. So valuable time lost and realisation that we wouldn’t win our category. The end of the ride was all downhill, fast and fun. A good way to finish my work.

Stage 17 Cycle along Esk Valley 14mi, 1hr11min ^1400 v1250' (T:27secs. Lost 10mins)

Final leg. Ben and Jake are fast but not enough to catch any of the teams above us and by missing a turn added distance and time to their journey. Once they did arrive we all donned shoes and sprinted to short distance to the finish in Robin Hoods bay. An exhilarating finish in a breathtaking location with great support from all around.

Day 4 - Northallerton to Robin Hoods Bay 53miles, 5hr51min ^6400 v6400'.

My post analysis/lessons learnt.

We did well there is no doubting that. For a team put together and meeting up at the last minute organisation and pre planning would always be inadequate and proved a major factor in losing time and frustrating us all. All in all with what we had I'd say we could of been 2 hours quicker if things went for us on the days. As for the disciplines, I was heading into the unknown, untried and untested. In hindsight now (and for future races) and to give us a better competitive edge I would for the kayak - use a lighter fibre glass one and we wont be far off the elites. Running - hill training hill training hill training (hard when you live in Hampshire). Mtn Bike, get more confident on faster descents. Road bike - boys smashed this but get road tyres, could and would overtake the elites. Navigation - more pre planning, lost a load of time on missing turns and using wrong paths, local knowledge was a massive benefit for a lot of people. Transitions, probably our worst discipline - could of and should of been an hour better. Again better organisation on getting the right foods and equipment ready to get us out the blocks fast and not to be late at any CP.

Still it was an unknown race style with a new group of people so all in all plenty to improve upon, which is also a pleasing factor but, what a great experience and superbly run by Open adventure. I race with Jake and we work well together but it was a pleasure to race with Ben, very motivated and a great person to be out in the hills with, totally dependable. And Gill, who crewed for us. Always a word to keep us going. Like a drill sargeant she keep us on our toes and never slacking off. Thanks for the help and support you gave us all during this race.

We just missed out on the prizes this year but I would like to give out some in-house prizes:

Jake = best beard.
Ben = best puke.
Gill = best socializer.
Andy = best moaner.

Adventure racing allows you to train hard in a multitude of disciplines and then complete against great athletes, professional teams, likeminded teams, yourself both physically and mentally. To sum up it is intensely satisfying. Next years event is a non-stop 4 dayer in Scotland. Sign me up.

From 2011 Coast to Coast

Training weekend in North Wales

With less than a month to go to our 4 day Coast to Coast adventure race, we thought we would get ourselves to North Wales for a few days training. So finishing work and flying up the busy motorways we managed to get to Idwal Cottage for around 4pm. The weather was perfectly stunning and we kept the plan easy of just doing some easy climbing on Idwal slabs to get back in the grove of rock climbing - it's been a while. And so we ticked off Hope (VD 450ft), Lazarus (HS 150ft) and Grove Above (S 100ft). 3 Superb climbs each above each other and so we finished 700ft above the valley floor enjoying the beautiful summers evening (shame the midges could enjoy our company this high up).

Enchainment Day (Travelled over 10km with 1400m of ascent and descent)

We awoke to a grey morning but were excited about the day’s big plan. An enchainment of the Glyders, linking in 3 or 4 climbs on different peaks. We headed up into the Devils Kitchen and scrambled up Idwal Buttress (D 300ft) and then traversed over to the base of Glyder Fawr as the wind and rain started to pick up. With some interesting greasy pitches we topped out from climbing Central Arete (VD 650ft) and found a small cave to shelter from the driving rain whilst having our lunch. Getting cold we made our way down Y Gribin undecided on what to do and jumping from choice to choice - keep climbing, go biking, maybe running or just go home. At the bottom the weather cleared significantly for us to take the gallant approach and carry on climbing we were ,after all, in the midst of the mountains. We deferred on climbing a route on Glyder Fach and moved over to the east face of Tryfan where Grooved Arete awaited us. I have wanted this climb since I had started climbing years ago and Dave would bring me up to Wales time and time again and with an endless list of reasons we never got around to climbing it. And so, each time I now visit Wales it’s at the forefront of my mind. With the weather brightening things were looking hopeful. That’s when Dr 'Jinx' Jake piped in that he would be doing this climb on his very first attempt. Thanks Jake. We found the heather terrace and the heavens opened up. We huddled up in another cave and had another lunch but it soon became apparent that things weren't changing soon and so we descended. On getting to the bottom the weather gods gave us one last dilemma and with Milestone Buttress right there in front of us we decided to have a go at another climb, Direct Route (VD 200ft). I started the first pitch not feeling it. I liked the climbing but constantly thought I was going to slip on the smooth polished limestone, which didn't sit well in my mind. Most of the way up the pitch the first drops of rain started to fall and that was my ticket to get the hell of this crag. And as Jake was belaying me off the rain hurtled down and kept us company all the way back to the hostel. It also kept me up and wet all night in my soaked tent (hmm another route I will have to complete one of these days).

Coed Brenin (Biked/Ran 40+km)

Wet and tired we awoke to another dreary day in the mountains and headed south for some biking. This wet weather won’t hinder us riding, I so wrongly assumed. Within 2 minutes of starting on the trails I had fallen over twice and by wearing Spds (clip ins) and not releasing quick enough I took a couple of hard knocks. We did a short circuit and returned to change to normal pedals. I was not liking the wet terrain and being stuck in the pedals, which I had, only used a couple of times previous. We hit the next trail a 20km black. My mood was downbeat and I was still massaging my confidence, so it was hard going in mind and body. I took a couple of half falls, one of which raked the back of my calf and put me in a fouler mood. Nearing the end I bumped down a steep and as per usual I just couldn’t seem to turn the handle bars the way I wanted and I careered straight into a boulder and tumbled head first. Initially I was just peeved of but, then was concerned with my arm but it was just cut up. It was the knock to my chest, which would be the most hindering and still today, days later I struggle to breath fully and get a good nights sleep in. So with battered confidence I took the short cut home while Jake continued his ride. Which he was loving. Back at base I reflected and decided it stupid to get back on the bike after lunch. It seemed I was just getting myself into accidents no matter how I rode. This I could ill afford with me dependent on being able bodied to work. A good plan was hatched in that Jake could continue to ride and I would run the trail. We took on another 20km black, MBR. With things brightening up we both enjoyed the trail. Good things couldn't last though and at one point I took a short cut, which turned out to be a bad choice. An old track I followed soon disappeared, so I headed directly up the very steep forest embankment. When I popped out of the woods thick brambles and thorn bushes confronted me. I waded my way up through this never ending bush cutting experience and finally came upon a track and feeling hacked off I powered my broken body home. The only things I can take from this day is that it was one of Jakes best - so at least someone enjoyed themselves and I can put it into that character building bracket.

Taking the long way home that evening turned out to be a refreshing end to the day. Sat in the evening sun on a bar terrace in Abersoch listening to live music from a guy singing acoustic feel good tunes.

Half Enchainment (Travelled 6.5km with 600m+ of ascent/descent)

After a nice dry nights sleep in the hostel, which was damn good. What was bad was being in a room full of snorers. Still it beat being in the wet tent with sore ribs, arms etc etc. It was a familiar day. It sucked. Grey and threatening to chuck it down at any time. So our plan of a long day on Amphitheatre buttress in the Carnedds was scraped and we decided to stick fairly close and to do easy climbing. So back up Cwm Idwal to find the start of Sub Cniefion (VD 300ft) and get that deju vu feeling of arriving at the foot of the climb and it begins to pour down. Undeterred, I sent Jake up for what was a great lead in awful conditions. I was soaked and frozen by the time he finished. No, I am not having a go at how slow he went, just to point out what the climbing was from my perspective (just do it quicker next time Jake). My lead was an easy zig zag who’s only difficultly was the rope drag I had to contend with. When Jake joined me we could not fathom where the route went and so he went straight up the face. Another good lead but again I was pretty cold by the time I started and within a few metres I could see where the original route went off to the right. Oh well, a first ascent for Jake. On finishing this climb we headed up the Cwm in ever worsening conditions. At one point I questioned where we were but in negligible visibility it was hard to pin point our position. A gust of wind faintly showed the outline of Cniefion arete (M 400ft). Jake again lead (in trainers, climbing shoes seemed pointless by now) in what can only be described as a heavy downpour. It was a good easy short pitch and I followed up an enjoyable chimney pitch. After this, to quicken things up as we were getting a little tired of the wind and rain, we simu climbed the remainder of the route.

Again the weather brightened in the evening all to late to dry our soddened gear. But our training weekend was over it was time to get back to work. Something I was pleased about, as I do not think my body would be able to do much more. R&R until I am able to breath more easily.

With the usual poor weather in Wales I think we were able to at least get out each day and cover a lot of terrain, do some different disciplines and be out for long days. So it was not wasted, as we are now a little more ready for the Coast to Coast at the end of the month.

South Downs Riding July 2011

I had wanted to ride the south downs for a couple of years but either the weather or finding a partner got in the way or just some other excuse at the time. So with trying to do something big each month andmissing out on the good weather last weekend I said to myself this was the weekend to finally get around to doing the South Downs.

Waking up in the morning I was far from motivated to carrying out my challenge. I was just not up for it, my body felt tired and my mind was uninterested on being on a bike for 2 days and it was raining heavy on and off. Maybe the Youth Hostel is full and I would have my excuse. Nope. I found myself booked in for the evening so I quickly focused on getting my gear ready. With the rain and me just going slow I didn’t leave the house till 10.30am. Let’s hope for an uncomplicated day, as delays would surely drag me into riding past dark.

The plan, which was hatched up lastyear, was to leave my house in Chandlers ford and head to the South Downs trail (which leaves out of Winchester and travels over 100miles to Eastbourne) and follow to Truleigh Hill YHA, which was approx65miles away (I thought this to be a good distance to travel). Sleep and head back the next day. So 2 big demanding days of endurance.

The first section to Upham was mainly roads, although this at least made good time and warmed up the legs and body. From here instead of cutting east along moreroads to join up the SDW (South Downs Way). I went north on the Monarchs Way trail, although longer, I could at least get off road. Half way up here the gamekeeper stopped me and highlighted that this was a footpath so I begrudgingly took to my feet. It was only a mile and it was all uphill so I was happy to have a stretch.Although I did have an extended stop talking with her husband on the trail about Hungarian Vizlas (he had one and I want one).

Gaining the next bend I was on the SDW. It felt good to be on the trail and hitting my first proper slope up to Beacon Hill. A fast ride down to Exton where I had an early lunch sheltering from a downpour. Then it was back riding up an endless hill to Old Winchester Fort. This was going to be a common theme for the day, lots of hills, lots of ups and downs and not enough flats to get the pace going.

After an age (3 and a half hours I think) I arrived at the Queen Elizabeth Country Park (a southern mecca for Mtn bike riders). This was one of my daily targets as it’s basically a third of the way. I was still feeling lethargic and unmotivated and getting here had been hard and slow going. So my self doubting instinct was telling me I had no chance of getting this done in 8hrs (my aim). Over 10hrs was looking realistic, ouch. A dog walker and 3 rain showers had though held me up so the only positive light I could shed was that I get on with riding and not stop forany chats or rain. Finding my way through QECP proved frustrating. Lots of trails and lots ofsigns and looking back I took the longer, hillier way through (a horse route).

Looking up from my front wheel I did start to notice the breathtaking countryside and the ever-present brightening skies. Feeling better I was enjoying a long down nearing Beacon Hill when I got caught in a chalk and rock rut and trying to pull myself out the back tyre slide out from me impacting me hard on the greasy chalk incline. Grazed and bruised I brushed myself down. My own fault going too fast on a slippy uneven surface using my untried and untested clip in SPDs. The worst to come out of this was that I had busted one of the rucksack shoulder clips and so had to carry on with my sack swinging unevenly over my back.

Obviously not thinking clear I then took a wrong turn down an extremely steep road and not wanting to climb back up I managed to traverse down some back roads to Cocking. Where I managed to get a cold bottle of coke and a chocolate cake. I met Nick here, a very interesting traveller with a good view on life, not only was he hiking the SDW and wild camping each night but he had done an amazing amount of travelling. From hiking through Mexico to Canada to planning to do the Continental Divide, with an ultra marathon in the middle. Great stuff, I wish him well. As much as I could have stayed talking, push on I must as I had already broken my policy of not talking to anyone.

Feeling refreshed and knowing that I was more than over half way I set off upwards again, 2kms and 800ft of ascent, which killed off what renewed energy I had. In-between the steep valleys of the South Downs are the ridgelines you gain access to. These vary but in the main span severalmiles linking up many hills over vast undulating terrain allowing you to see the vast countryside all around. With the body tiring, the weather cooling and time accelerating by I ambled past a water tap and eagerly filled up my water bottle.The tap had a sign stating the next water station in the hamlet of Botolphs 6miles away and reviewing the map showed the YHA only 2 or 3miles further. The end was close.

The next ridgeline was noticeable for a couple of things. First, that you could see the high-rise buildings of Worthing and Brighton on the coast and second, the wind. This had been in my face for what felt the whole journey. Now, with the sun setting it was not only hampering meforward but also was getting under my skin and making me feel pretty cold. This was the last ridgeline though as looking across the valley I could see a number of radio masks which had to be Truleigh hill. So just one more hill to go, appropriately called Beeding hill.

Day 1 : 68miles, 8000ft Ascent and Decent over 9.5hrs.

Exhausted, I slumped into the YHA which was strangely full of Chinese tourists and booked myself in and ordered dinner. ‘Sorry, but we have just finished food’. Bugger. ‘So what other food do you do?’ I asked. ‘We have nothing!’ Despondently, I saw the booze on sale and got myself set for a wine and a snickers dinner. Then, she pepped in that I could order from the takeaway menu. Just 40mins to wait for my Chicken tikka masala. Perfect timing to get cleaned up and settled in.

I slept pretty well seeing that I was sharing with 5 other blokes, must of been the bottle of red. A nice full english and I was on the trails again for 8.30am. I couldn’t hang around today as I had an evening wedding bash to get to. With this in mind I decided that I would take a few road detours to try and save a little time here and there.Weather wise today was looking more promising. Although in the morning sun the first major hill was a strength-sappingevent. But once on the ridgeline I was definitely feeling much more up for it today and powered along the way.

Today was more noticeable with people on the Downs, yesterday I literally saw a few people. But today there were all sorts of riders, runners and walkers enjoying a summer’s morning out in the countryside and I was ticking off the hills in double quick time.

Passing the third of the way mark I approached a steep hill and ridgeline that I had missed yesterday and so had to do it and not take an easier road by pass. The hill was long and arduous, not helped by the unnerving crunching noise my leftknee constantly makes after 5 minutes of peddling up hill and the only seemingly way to stop this is to get out of my saddle and straighten and stretch my leg. This has 2 downfalls, one I slow down to a wobbly meander and two I have to sit down again on my ever so sore backside. So, after a great descent and missing another turn (nearly the same place as yesterday, d’oh) I popped out of the woods to a secluded pub. Noexcuses needed and after a nice pint (of orange) and bag of nuts I was again off climbing uphill to get back onto the SDW. It was during this nice meandering section that I came upon Nick again. He couldn’t believe I had got to him so soon and I couldn’t believe he wasn’t in Winchester. But he had time on his hands and had found a nice dry barn to sleep in the previous night, to good and opportunity to miss. After another pleasant chat it was time to push on. I had thought it another hour to QECP and so was pleased to get there in half that time and so treated myself to a sandwich and coke.

From here on it was all about getting home the quickest and easiest way. Sounds simple, butwhen you only have a map covering the SDW then the details on any shortcuts will have to be from imagination. The country lanes all tend to span anage and having no idea where I was I took a southerly turn to Soberton (sounded a good place to head to) and talking to one of the not so sober locals in the tavern. They sent me back the way I came. A little downbeat as at the junction I went back to I had contemplated which way to go for a while and it’s always a bugger to know you got it wrong. Onwards you go and with a couple more questionable turns I was back on my map and on the Morestead road and taking the pleasing turn to Upham. I spoke to a local here who was impressed in what I had down these past 2 days and couldn’t quite believe when I said I was nearly home. 11 road miles is but a short ride in comparison.

Day 2 65miles circa 7000ft of Ascent and descent over 9hrs

It was good getting home, especially to be out of the biting wind, it was incessant throughout the two days and was an ever-present factor on getting on my nerves. But a great trip that I have wanted to do and now I have done it. I started with a little apprehension and was pretty downbeat starting off. But a better second day and completing it feeling both physically and mentally in good order have made the trip wholly worthwhile. Testing myself over an unknown distance over unfamiliar terrain now gives me more scope on being able to contemplate further multi day challenges. As a bonus I had ample time to rest up and go out for the evening reception, though I did come home early.

Total: 133miles 15,000ft of Ascent and descent over 18.5hrs.

Welsh 3000's (The 14 Peaks) Challenge

Who was it that said Yes we must do this. We had been walking up Snowdon for the last couple of hours in the pouring rain. It was nearing 10pm and the summit was a long way off and we were not enthused about getting there in this weather.
'Over there' Stu pointed. He was one of the ones who had said Yes to the trip along with Jake. We had driven up earlier from hampshire in the hopes of biviing on top of Snowdon to start our challenge.
The Welsh 3000ers or The 14 (or 15) Peaks Challenge is to summit all the 3000 ft mountains in Wales. Something not to be underestimated and although i had been thinking on doing this for a couple of months, both Stu and Jake had less than a months notice to get some training in. But both were keen - they both said Yes when the weather looked bleak and Stu had had the experience of doing this a couple of years back and so knew what he was letting himself in for.
There was a disused old miners building. No roof but the walls would give us shelter from this driving wind and rain. No sooner had we set the tent off and removed all our wet gear and snuggled into our dry bags did it seem that we were awaken at 4am to put the tent away and slip our wet cold gear back on, the socks were a highlight for me.

In gloomy and uninspiring conditions we were off to the summit of Snowdon (Peak 1 3560ft).

Time 5.30am our adventure had started with a burst of pace down to the saddle and up to Garnedd Ugain (P2 3495ft). Moving carefully on the sharp ridge line with steep drops on either side going was slow and precarious due to the trying nature in this wet and windy atmosphere. Passing the last peak in the Snowdon range, Crib Goch (P3 3027ft)we headed down the unfamiliar ridge trying to guess where to drop off in this zero visibility. Coming down a fun steep scree slope a clearing in the clouds did confirm we were heading in the right(ish) direction. I had been up Cwm

Glas before and so rather than risking taking a direct route down the mountain and risk getting stuck on a cliff face we took a slight detour where i knew there was a path down. Finally at the roadside we stretched our legs with a run into Nant Peris accompanied with a short lived downpour.

Stage 1 Snowdon range 8kms 2hrs15mins Ascent 820ft Descent 4000ft :Breakfast 45mins

We had a van here where we were able to dump our large sacks for small sacks and exchange our wet cloths with dry cloths and enjoy a hot breakfast (well Stu had left his in the other drop bag so had to make do with a few spoonfuls of ours). This seemingly short break turned out to be 45mins (shows where time can be lost). But we were dry, rested and ready for the next section : The Glyders.
This starts with a grueling 2700ft of climbing to the top of Elidir Fawr (P4 3029ft). From the top and back amongst the clouds we enjoyed a run and a steady climb to Y Garn (P5 3107). On the descent Jake started to lag behind, unfortunately his knee had started to play up. The only options available up here were to head down devils kitchen to the road and call it a day or to take the pain and carry on. Difficult, especially when the next summit was starring at us nearly a 1000ft up. But carry on we did up the never ending steep scree slopes of Glyder Fawr (P6 3279ft). At the top we enjoyed a ham roll and with the weather threatening to break for the better we moved swiftly over to Glyder Fach (P7 3262ft) and took in the beautiful scenery on this pleasurable rock plateau.

Heading down to the tryfan saddle was an agonising thigh burning 850ft descent on a badly worn scree run. This hurt and Jake was looking non to pleased as we pushed him and scrambled up to the top of Tryfan (P8 3002ft). From here we decided to back track and head down the heather terrace rather than risk going down one of the numerous gullies on Tryfan and getting lost. A high possibility as we even couldn't even find the Heather terrace but descended down a boulder field to a path at the bottom. At least this was easy going to the road side at Ogwen and where we had stashed some gear the night before.

Stage 2 The Glyders 17kms 6hrs 20mins A:5750ft D:5150ft (Lunch 30mins)

After a 30minute well deserved rest we took on the imposing mountain of Pen yr Ole Wen. Happily Jake had decided to carry on although i am sure he had more than a few thoughts of calling it a day. Still, it was onwards and upwards. We had been on the go now for around 11hrs and had 2200feet of incline to the summit (P9 3209ft). Tough going but we were setting a good pace and the hills were not as painful an undertaking as the descents were. Once on top we knew that the worst was over it was just a

matter of peak bagging in the Carnedds. The views and weather were also inspiring. The sun was out and we could see all around from the Glyders to the Irish Sea and to our finish in the all too distant distance. A gentle up slope brought us to Carnedd Dafydd (P10 3424ft). Following the ridge line the dreaded realization that it was here that we had to cut away from the ridge and go nearly 2km out of our way just to tick another hill off Yr Elen (P11 3156ft). On returning back the weather again worsened and we were soon in a whiteout and at the mercy of the howling wind. The plateau of Carnedd Llewelyn felt very eerie in the clouds at one point we thought we had lost Jake to the natural elements until he popped out and we had bagged another (P12 3491ft). From here,

although visibility was nought, the going was straight forward and we also managed to put on a spurt on the moorland flats especially when the realisation that we were 13hrs in and with only a couple to go we had an opportunity of posting a good time. A little encouragement later we were atop of Foel Grach (P13 3202ft). In what seemed identical to the previous section we approached what is known as the fifteenth peak, we decided to tick it off as technically it is a 3000ft summit. Ganedd Uchaf (P15 3038ft). Moving swiftly on with one more to go. We pushed ourselves painfully on thegentle down and on reaching the saddle a stone wall went up towards the summit. Which side? We crossed over, mainly to hide ourselves from the wind and with the clock

ticking we all put in one last burst of energy. At the top we couldn't see the trig point. It must be here, we kept looking jumping up to peer on the other side of the wall. Eventually in the distance we could see the trig. typically it was on the other side so after crawling over the high wall we sprinted to the finish, Foel Fras (P14 3091ft) in a time of 14hours. Great effort Stu and Jake and we were all suitably chuffed on achieving this.

Stage 3 The Carnedds 15kms 4hrs08mins A:4250ft D:2250ft

The walk out took a further intense hour and a half taking in another summit and a long descent to further punish the weakening thigh muscles. Still the clouds had disappeared and views over the carnedds and over to Colwyn Bay and the wind farms were amazing. Dreamy thoughts of beers we soon dashed with the realization that our near perfectly planned days outing had hit a snag. Our van was not in the car park!! Where had we parked our van? As luck would have it this challenge is popular and so there was another couple of groups close at hand and after talking to one of them they kindly agreed to help us find our lost van - phew, drama over. At the car park we studied the map and found out that we had taken a small trail road further down the hill and so Stu got a much needed lift and before long we were all heading back to Nant Peris before closing time.

Total Stats :
14 Peaks in 14 hours travelling circa 40kms (Ascending circa 11,000ft and descending 12,500ft).

(Car to car 16.5hrs circa 50kms and over 15,000ft of ups and downs but not too many tantrums).

Isle of Wight Off Road Randonee

Getting home at midnight was not the plan. 50 miles cross country around the IOW would only take me 6 hours, lets say 7 for lunch and a few stops, so i will be back home before the sun sets.
And so i left home at a relaxing hour (9am) and caught the local train. Two quick changeovers later I arrived at lymington with the ferry awaiting me. Perfect, only 2 hours to get onto the Island from my front door. The day looked good, fresh winds and cloudy blue skies ideal settings for an outdoor adventure.
My route of choice was from the IOW Extremists Club website, over 50miles, 90% off road and designed for the very fittest of riders to complete in one day. Relying totally on one local persons interpretation i set off with a little apprehension holding my 6 pages of route details. Still, a couple of fellow bikers left me with an encouraging antidote. 'Just keep the sea to your right and you'll be back here' Great advice I couldn't get lost.
Down to Freshwater with a nice flat section then onto the golf course and up and up to the ridgeline. Spectacular views. After a double dip of steep downs and steeper ascents passing Brightstone Down. I watched paragliders whilst traversing across farmlands into Shorewell.
The next section blurs until i hit a monster hill taking me up to Hoy's Monument (Crimea War memorial) where I promised myself lunch - a packet of chocolate chip cookies and a lucazade.
After this enjoyable break it was onwards on a ridge to St Catherines Point, again being able to watch paragliders hurl themselves of the steep slopes into the sea. This is the southern most point of the ride and the sea was still to my right.
The going gets hazy for a bit. A highlight was passing some beautiful farmlands and lakes and seeing some llamas come and introduce themselves. Unfortunately this happy moment abruptly ended with yet another hill to contend with. With legs burning I reached another ridgeline - how many hills and ridges does the IOW have this is hard going with a constant stream of never ending hills, something I am not use to in the flats of hampshire. Thinking by now i would be heading back west I found I was on a NE direction and had no sea to see! I had seriously underestimated how long this would take. But there was only one way i was going and i still had plenty of time before dark.
And on it went. Good riding through the American Wood, loads to explore in this area on more less demanding days. A nerve tangling dash across a main road up past the airport through to another great wooded section. Some enjoyable downs only to be hit by another long arduous climb. By which time i had concluded i had a puncture. I had inflated it a couple of times pleading for it to be a very slow one to no avail. Happy to take a break half way up and proceeded to change my tyre. Thankfully i had brought a spare as it saves a ton of time. Back on the hill and breaking into a deep sweat instantly i reached the top to be greeted with a long downhill into Havenstreet.
Then i turned west, finally, heading home. First a slog up into Newport and discovered my tyre had come lose with my inner tube sticking out. A quick fix before a disastrous puncture. Difficult navigation through Newports outer suburbs and back on the Tennyson trail. The instructions say follow for 8km. It should read follow arduous trail uphill all the way for 8 cruel kms. But you do pass some glorious surroundings including Carisbrooke Castle and picturesque farmlands in the crimson evening glow Just when i had enough for the umpteenth time it flattened out and on finding the turning i was treated to a delightful long down through the woods it was fast enough for me to let out a few yells of joy. Damn, another hill going up. Through tiredness any hills now were taken in low gears and took seemingly a lifetime to top out. After praying not to get lost in these woods i enjoyed not only getting on the right path but another much needed adrenaline fueled ride down.
I was on the last page of my instructions and points of interest were gliding past now as i kicked into another gear. Crash. Getting my wheels stuck in a grassy rut i tiredly tried to pull my wheels out only in succeeding in taking them out from under me and down i went mainly on my legs and arms but took a right knock on the head which dazed me for a few minutes (thank god for helmets as it could off been a lot worse otherwise). Taking a few minutes to walk off my pain and fuzziness I pushed on using the adrenaline to get me to the ferry.
Thankfully the way was now easy a couple of lefts and rights and then on the cycle track to arrive in Yarmouth fully satisfied with the days outing. Hmmm, but is that the ferry just leaving. Yep and the next ones in an hour, 9.15pm. Bugger.
A Peroni and a curry sorted out my downbeat attitude in the local pub. Although if i knew what was coming i would of had a few more. First the ferry beer was £3 for a can. Then a 20min wait for the lymington train. A 40min wait for the Southampton train. And a delayed 30min wait for the Chandlers Ford train. A stark contrast to my morning no hassle journey.

Overall a very enjoyable epic ride on the Island. I think next time i would do this over 2 days to be able to take in more of the trails, towns and taverns.

Other thoughts are, it would be great to run this, maybe using a few more of the numerous footpaths available. And wanting to do the South Downs, can i do 65miles on 2 consecutive days? Hopefully I will find out later this year.

Map Route Route info = 53.5mi, Ascent 5560'

Pony Express New Forest Ultra Run April 2011

Getting off the train you could spot the runners, rucksacks, water bottles and tight clothing. A short walk took us to the registration in Brockenhurst. After a race debriefing I managed to go through my gear again and yet again (after 5 times the previous night) and managed to discard a few bits that I decided were not needed, mainly due to knowing now that there were 3 checkpoints with food and water on route. Onto the start line and a non-too fast start for 90 odd runners. For today we had over 30miles to navigate and for most they had another 30 tomorrow.
Setting off with the front-runners at a comfortable pace into the glorious surroundings of the New Forest. A little way in I notice that my backside was soaked and that my water bladder had a leak. So after emptying my drenched rucksack I consoled myself that at least I had decided to keep one 500ml water bottle and knew with the CP’s that I could get through the race. The route was marked well but many bits of tape and signs had been removed by unhappy locals (or maybe they were just trying to keep the countryside tidy?). This only caused one route problem up to CP1, which was fairly quickly resolved by following other runners in the hope they could read a map.
CP1 9miles 1hr22
Stopped and had a little food and filled up my small water bottle then set off in a good rhythm staying with a group of steady runners. After chatting to most of these. They had all done a ton of races and were mainly hardened club runners. Which got me both wanting to do more races but not getting ahead of myself I was questioning whether I was going at too fast a pace by staying with these guys. But the company was good so I stuck with it and after getting slightly lost again and losing a fair few minutes it was comforting to be with others. On a flat disused train track we really hit a fast pace where I should of slowed down but didn’t as I was in deep conversation with a women, Cleo, who was using this as a training run for a marathon race tomorrow? Hard as nails comes to mind. One day I might get my head around that.
CP2 17miles (8miles 1hr16)
Refuelling again at the CP some friends, Jonny and Anna, by pure chance happened to pass by while I was there. So after telling me I was looking good – and I was feeling good – I set off to literally feel my legs tire immediately. But I stuck with some runners and again got lost. After a long debriefing we set off up a road and came to the marked route not long after. Once back on track I decided not to keep up with these fast runners and slowed a little. Alone and in the heat of the day I was joined by another very experienced runner, James, whose pace was more suited to mine, thankfully, as we kept each other company to the end.
CP3 24miles (7miles 1hr12)
Somehow I had run too quick as we got to CP3 before they had managed to set up with water and food. With luck someone was on hand to share his dogs water rations and with only 10k left I was happy not to eat especially as my guts were not feeling the best. The next leg was a mixture of long hot tracks, beautiful riverside trails up the Avon. Getting lost in the middle of Ringwood and waiting patiently while 3 old locals tried to explain the best way out by giving us house by house instructions. Finally retrieving our maps we headed out thanking them but still unsure on the best route out. Once we found our way out of Ringwood the homestretch was on. The last 3 miles were a joyous countdown but we were reminded it was no picnic with a continuous stream of sties to crawl over. These obstacles sure do make your legs scream for you to stop. But stop we didn’t and the finish line came with mixed emotions. No more, happiness, ouch that hurt., pride. What next?
Finish 30.5miles 4hrs55 (CP3 6.5miles 1hr5). Placed 10th.
Amazing day and great organised event by xnrg. It wasn’t easy but it challenges you and that brings special memories.

A massive thanks to those who sponsored me. It does help knowing that you are running for a cause than just for yourself.

Now I plan for my next challenge. Look at my blog as I will keep this up to date with a few of the things I do.

Andy.

Ama Dablam 2010

Ama Dablam Himalayan Expedition 2010



Ama Dablam Himalayan Expedition 2010
by Andy Humphrey

So, good time? Nice holiday? Seems to be the general question now I am back. Good time? Hmm, I think so. Holiday? Far from it. So what is my overall impression of this 'trip'? Well what did I do? It starts of with a quickly forgotten flight on Air India and then eases into beautiful warm days trekking through the Khumba.

After arriving in Lukla (2800m) we soon get into a trekking rhythm, up early for breakfast, mid morning break for drinks, then lunch and generally finish mid afternoon to chill out in the tea house with hot drinks and biscuits to see us through until dinner time. It may seem like I’m eating my cake but in between these essential breaks were long walks through breathtaking valleys and across spectacular rivers down to Phak Ding (2600m) for our first night in the khumba.

We then travelled up the Kosi River with numerous river crossings and entered the national park at Monjo, then the hard work began with a long tough uphill up to Namche Bazaar (3450m) but, with a rewarding first view of Everest. At Namche we all had a well-deserved treat of coffee and cake then onto Kyanjuma (3600m) to Tachi’s place for a 2-day rest with another first, glimpses of the magnificent Ama Dablam between the ever-accumulating clouds. After resting up, it’s onto Tengboche where we visit the monastery and then travel a little further up the valley, with spectacular views of Ama along the whole route, to Panboche (4000m) for our last 'comfortable' night.

From here it’s an easy stroll up to basecamp (4450m), a glorious position. Then it’s 3 days resting, procedures and generally getting use to the whole mountain set up, especially the cold nights. We also had our Puja (blessing) by the local Lama. With our own tents and a comfortable mess tent with movie nights, it was quick to get homely and to concentrate and prepare for the challenge ahead. Unfortunately, the day everyone made their way up to ABC and Camp 1 for the first acclimatization run I come down with an illness and so watch them all energetically leave BC, while I make a dash for the isolated red tent (toilet). Although I manage a load up to ABC on one of the days the combination of altitude and illness really does knock me back and is a depressing realisation that this wont be easy but, day by day I feel better and start feeling positive again and decide to get going with a night at ABC (5300m) and C1 (5700m) with a few of the other guys. For those that enjoy hard walking this amble from BC to ABC to C1 is gruelling hours of slogging up the appropriately named Shithill 1 & 2. Worst was to follow after these but I guess the ‘location namers’ didn’t want to dishearten too many with lots of uninspiring location names and so the never-ending path to ABC and the massive boulder field to C1 would just remain a surprise to those that made it this far. Admittedly, these are quickly forgotten once packs are discarded and a brew in hand to soak in the incredible scenery and inspiring sunsets.

After a couple of restless and tiring but successful nights out it was back down to BC for R&R and a plan of action for our summit attempts. A group from Keswick (5) arrive from having just summitted Island Peak and are first in the pecking order, followed by the stronger half of our group (5) the day after and then the rest (5, including me) the day after that. It would be a shame to watch everyone go first but knowing that our attempts would be imminent the excitement was hard to contain.

Our intrepid leader Tim kept his head on knowing that plans change and the comings and goings in the next week would be fully utilising his time culminating, unfortunately, on his summit day bid with a tent at C1 blowing away as he arrived. After rescuing and sorting the contents, with the help of some friendly porters, this put paid to his summit bid this year. Lucky for Tim he can have another go.

As for our group...leaving the comparative luxury of BC for our bids we hit the hard slopes of Shithill 1 and 2 and I think we all felt like passing out at ABC but, it would be another 2 to 3 hrs of boulder jumping up to C1. As uncomfortable as C1 tents were I was pleased to see them and happy to sit around and get into the routine of camp, sort tent out, get ice, melt ice, drink, melt ice, cook, eat, melt ice. A visit to the best toilet views in the world and then back to melting ice before hoping to get some sleep in this cold, harsh environment - well it would be if not for the tent, sleeping bag and the hot water bottle.

You were generally woken up each morning around 6ish to lie in your bag counting down for the sun to hit the tent and, what a feeling it was when it did. It seemed those magic rays could warm and liven you up instantly. After more collecting/melting snow, ensuring through bleary eyes that no 'yellow' snow got in the sack it was sticky toffee pudding or some other wayfayer delight for brekkie.

We had 2 days at C1 to ensure the higher camps were clear for the 2 parties above us for their ascent and decent. On the second day we were able to watch both parties move from C2 to C2.9 and the others make their summit bid. This had to coincide with the worst day so far and in horrendous conditions one of the Keswick crew managed to top out. A tremendous effort.

Then came the arduous task for us, getting everything needed for the next 3 to 4 days into a rucksack. After a lot of huffing and puffing and some chuffing language I managed to get the gear in the sack. Notice I didn’t say all the gear as whilst packing you soon realise that this is not needed and you might be able to do without that and therefore it fits. The route from C1 to C2 has to be the most enjoyable. It's easy scrambling and traversing and with full packs and big boots on you feel like you are high mountaineering finally. This great section culminates in the challenging Yellow Tower, a 25m vertical wall just before C2. I found this to be a great fix line pitch and it got my juices going for what lay ahead. If C1 was clustered crowding then C2 (6000m) was precarious positioning in the extreme. 3 tents sat on an exposed ridge. Most of us arrived after the Yellow Tower grinding just to be grateful to see accommodation, without reflecting on the sudden drops on all sides. Maybe it was the tiredness or maybe we were all acclimatizing to both the altitude and the exposure.

All I can say about the next section, C2 to C3 is ‘wow’. It has everything. It will push your resolve to the fullest. I personally must have seriously pondered what to do next countless times and the abject danger is inherent throughout. It is not for some it turned out, with several backing out at certain stages along this section. Why? Well, thrown out of C2 immediately into your crampons across a knife-edge ridge then slammed into a zigzag traverse over mix terrain. You are on fixed lines but still you question whether you can do each pitch. The 'safety' is there but constantly you look below with dread. Once the traverse is past you are put into the firing line of the Grey Couloir. As a couloir it naturally acts as a funnel for all rock and ice from above so climbers must be wary and fully aware of who and what is above them. Although steep there are plenty of nice steps to rest on and all too slowly the couloir turns into a snow slope.

Trying not to relax too soon I came to my big dilemma, a single rope up a steep rock band onto a snow slope to its anchor 30m away. This I did not fancy, especially after talking to a descending climber who also didn’t like the look of this and having fresh in my mind of ropes snapping on 2 colleagues the day before,.lucky they were both on double ropes. The main issue was that I had been climbing now for 2 days on fixed ropes, all of which had redundancies, so it came naturally to jumar up one rope with another rope acting as back up. With what seemed to be a 3000m drop below my feet I became unstuck on whether it was sensible to proceed on this single rope! After radio discussions with other climbers and Tim, I waited for our Sherpa Lakpa to arrive and he nonchalantly scrambled up the rope, found some spare cord and set up another line. Although this lengthy delay turned me into an ice cube I was an extremely grateful to see that additional rope which enabled me to carry on with my bid. Unbeknownst to me, after all those mind games, the majority of the ropes from this point on would be single and there was no time to be begging my sherpa friend to find and set up extra cord for each section. You have to trust the rope, trust the work the Sherpa's have done and get on with the climb. I thought I was home free only for Lakpa to ruin this thought for me, estimating another 1 to 2 hours. Bugger. It is relentless and does not get easy at any point. After a sporty traverse that involves abbing first and then shuffling along to then jumar up to the Mushroom ridge, where the wind and cold really starts to kick in. The ridge is exposed and escape is nowhere to be seen and so you have to climb on. At one point, on seeing the tents and wrongfully thinking I was nearly there, I found refuge from the constant winds behind a rare enclave in the ridge rocks. Here I rested up for what seemed like an eternity and feasted on an Alpen bar. With renewed energy the final slopes and ridges passed in a blur with my desire to get into some shelter from the battering wind.

C2.9 (6300m) came as a blessing and I threw myself into the first tent. Once I had my breath back I soon realised that sleep was not going to come easy. The constant wind seemed to be trying harder and harder to take the tent away with me in it. After laughing this off for a while it soon turned into a plea of ‘please stop’. Just as we were thinking of how mad this could drive us the smiling face of Lakpa appeared and sweetly told us in broken English of a sanctuary from the wind just around the corner. A hurried repack and quick walk brought us to a cave area completely protected from the wind and while we made our new home Lakpa again was out in the wind bringing another tent around for our group, amazing. C2.9 what a position! Nestled into the glacier with car length icicles hanging over us and a drop into oblivion just cms away it has to be the best campsite in the world. Even collecting ice was easy, a few swings of the ice axe from the comfort of the tent and hey presto it’s all in arms reach.

Summit day. So maybe it’s not the best campsite in the world. The sun tantalises but does not quite reach us ensuring a cold morning start. Still, today’s the day and after getting fuelled up we are raring to go. A grateful bonus is that we will not be carrying heavy packs today and after climbing the first ridge to the Mushroom platform. I am absolutely drained and cannot see how I can take another step and this damn wind just won’t go away. Looking up the slope to the Dablam it’s a little crowded with other climbers so at least there is no rush to get going. Composed again we set off. The slopes are easy, great climbing and situation as long as you avoid the spider web of ropes and ensure you are attached onto the newer fixed in ropes then it’s all about pacing yourself and moving up the mountain. Apart from the slow, hacking parties that we had to overtake it’s a wonderful climb up past and through the Dablam then onto a relentless ridge. The last pitch was truly put there for a final test of stamina. It gets steep and then you have a snow bridge over a bergschrund. Then just as you think you cannot go on any further you are celebrating at the top (6856m). The view is truly amazing and includes Cho Oyu, Pumori, Nuptse, Lhotse, Makalu, Kangchengjunga and of course Everest. It is hard to take it all in and thankfully, before anyone gets emotional, we get on with the task on descending. With a figure 8, big mitts, frozen hands and a tired body we start the endless abseils. We were happy, exhausted folk on arrival back at C2.9 for a brew.

I managed not a wink of sleep that night. I was buzzing and my mind was racing about, not helped with a constant waterfall of snow and ice falling on the tent from climbers descending during the night. It was a relief to see daylight and get the stove on in the morning. Packing up was a depressing task, mainly because we were tired and the sacks felt so heavy, but also that that was it, There was now nothing to look up to or look forward to, only 2000m of vertical descent. We left C2.9 and with only one mishap on the way down; a tangle in the ropes where Lakpa had set the extra rope for me. One of our group didn’t realise this had a knot in it half way down. Crisis over, we made C2 in good time and feeling optimistic that we could be in BC in no time. Spoke too soon, as no sooner had we left C2 one of us started feeling unwell and had to go slow in fear of passing out and so our ‘go quick’ policy turned to ‘go slow’ and we took our time over the many traverses and abs. Arriving at C1 I started feeling weak due to dehydration and with no water left I decided to go ahead to reach BC before I got any worse. Arriving in camp was pure relief as darkness developed.

With no time to adjust back to our home base we were packed and heading down the valley the very next day but not before saying our farewells to all the team who had looked after us so well. What can I say about these Sherpa’s? They are legends. The trek out was hugely enjoyable, with 3 days to travel out we all managed to take in the sights, move around with an abundance of energy for the first time since arriving it seemed. We were all able to enjoy a beer or two and have a shower for the first time in an age, something I wouldn’t want to make a habit of. It was with sudden sadness that after taking one more corner Ama Dablam disappeared from view but the memories will remain and the photos to remind me of this majestic mountain and area.

With news of flights being delayed and Lukla airport filling up with travellers, we were all relieved to get on our flights just as the clouds were gathering and the queue at Starbucks was becoming unacceptable. All that was left was a couple of day’s downtime to relax, drink and buy gifts in the hustle and bustle of Kathmandu.

On reflection, any regrets I ask myself? It was a big decision to go. Escalating costs, time consuming, a few whatif's and doubts. No, absolutely none (unless a better immune system counts). These trips inspire, they become unforgettable, great memories, once in a lifetime ‘holidays’ (Well I hope not). Climbing mountains is not for everyone, but one can be in their environment to enjoy the beauty and feel the atmosphere. Trekking and climbing in the Himalayas has something for everyone who loves the outdoor world.

Namaste.

Note about our expedition leader, Tim Mosedale. From meeting up in Sam’s Bar, Kathmandu to saying farewell at the airport he was exceptional. I found him approachable, good humoured and organized. Everything was sorted, he was wealth of information, an expert in all fields (shame, as I would of liked to win occasionally at Connect4 and cards). I have no hesitation in recommending Tim if any of you are planning any trips to the Lakes or further a field. He currently runs Ama Dablam each year and is guiding Everest this year.