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posted by John on 9th Mar 2015

It was Fi's choice of route from Broomhead on an initially light evening. The usual conditions of wind and rain prevailed for a Warts' Wednesday night so the waterproofs were very much to the fore. Also there was predominance of yellow Mudclaws, six out of the group of ten (ten of "the usual suspects") were wearing them. Refreshingly, Fi had no plan to battle through the rhododendrons and over the girder crossing of Ewden as we headed off in the opposite direction towards a walled enclosure marked on the OS map but not on the Harvey map. The wall was found and it was reminiscent of but even less distinct than the John Field Howden enclosure.

The wind and rain continued though there was some relief as we sheltered behind the Broomhead cabin, Fi's next check point. The rain had persisted most of the day and on previous days so streams and rivers were well topped up which made for the first of four interesting river crossings as we headed for Fox Stones across Oaken Clough and Ewden Beck. By now, the ten had become two groups, of four and six, who then raced to the Stones (the six group won!). Another indistinct wall was crossed as we went to the next crossing of Ewden Beck and then of Stainery Clough, also in full spate. Advice about which way to face when wading through the rushing water, upstream or downstream, I forget, was helpfully given by Ian W before we made for the new bridge over Oaken Clough, no more semi immersions! The groupings had now become five and five with the other group crossing the old footbridge at upper Oaken Clough. The wind and rain were now behind us on the climb to Flint Hill via a bit of the quad track but the light had faded so torches were now in use to the finish.

A grand and classic Warts' adventure! Thanks to Fi and all


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posted by John on 26th Feb 2015

Dark woods, tussocks, rocks, a little snow, a bit of a wind, a string of lights and some uncertainty are characteristics of a Wednesday night Warts' run and tonight was no different. Immediately from the start at Fairholmes, the uncertainty of the route to Lockerbrook (yes to Lockerbrook!) appeared as we headed off on an easy going trail. There was a correction by one group taking a direct route through the woods and brashings before the whole group recombined for more forest leading to open country at Lockerbrook Heights.

From here on there was a touch of serendipity, although this was not recognised at the time. The intention was to reach the wood on the east of Alport Grain and then tip toe through the rocks on the opposite bank before heading off to Alport. However, there was a drift to the left (west!) which meant we only crossed the upper reaches of Alport Grain. A decision was taken to go directly, via tussock and some snow, on to the edge where we would now happily have time to visit The Tower which never disappoints, with wind, vertigo, whisky, jelly babies and a view of a string of lights staggering around. For a bonus, the pond was also visited before a stiff climb back to the edge.

The route back was then straightforward on the flagstones apart from the strong wind. However, Andy and I thought we could carry out a devastating Worsell (for younger members, a short cut!) by using a direct route from the start of the official descent path (south of Lockerbrook Farm) which had often been used in days gone by. This proved useless! Undergrowth had now developed into overgrowth and more saplings had grown so not only did we not catch up the front group (fat chance!) but the group previously behind us (Fi, Steve and Tim) were already at the car park and well on the way to being changed and ready to go to the pub. Oh well, it was still a great adventure!!!


And due to a tear in fabric of spacetime I can reveal that a week later a select group of Warts will spend considerable time going round in circles not finding Low Tor.

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posted by John on 31st Jan 2015

Moz, snow and snares were all part of his Warts' race on Wednesday 28th January. Getting to the start at Dennis Knoll was enough of a challenge with the snow falling and covering the road there. Eight check points had been selected by RO Moz although in deference to the conditions, number 8 was withdrawn, so only seven remained and which could be done in any order! About a dozen people started, into a blizzard, with most opting for the clockwise route. Newcomer Richard chose the anti-clockwise direction. For the rest of us, heading for the quarry (first checkpoint) there was drift (in both senses) to the left along a faint track when suddenly a shout went up and Andy was on his back having being caught in a snare. On balance, it was thought worthwhile to get him out and after a bit of wire manipulation, he was released. Then, I realised that my compass had disappeared and even after a return to the snare and a search, no compass. Here, reinforcements arrived in the form of Matt H and the three of us headed for the Bamford Edge path to arrive at the wall which took us to its corner (no. 2). The blizzarding was now becoming intermittent so there were occasional views of the Hope valley which was vaguely encouraging leading to an increase in pace and a general warming feeling (wearing two thermal vests and two Buffalo tops!). The Pillar (no. 3) eventually emerged out of the darkness after following the wall for a while. After the Jarvis Cabin checkpoint (no.4), we met Richard on his anti-clockwise route. He seemed cheerful and confident. There were distant views of head torches on Stanage where we arrived having missed the shooting butt track which Clive had sprinted up earlier. It needed a short diversion to the left on the edge to reach the cabin (no. 5). To reach the High Neb bus shelter (no. 6), we enjoyed a bit of a battering from the wind and some semi frozen peaty ponds (thank goodness for neoprene socks!). Off the edge towards Buck Stone (no. 7) we discovered that the bracken still shows some spirit of resistance even in deepest darkest winter. Moz was a welcome sight at the finish. There was a little concern for Richard who had not arrived back but thankfully a light was seen on the horizon from the direction of the quarry. Richard was on his way to the finish. Many thanks to Moz for the maps and for a great race which was nowhere near the infamous Friar's Ridge!

P.S. Pete G also had an encounter with a snare and some blood was spilt!!!!!

P.P.S. Moz, John and Tim Ray also chose the anti-clockwise route but retired in the first major blizzard on Stanage Edge, so well done to Richard for getting all the way round.


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posted by RobCole on 26th Jan 2015

Given the snowy conditions and an apparent splitting of the group, with a lot of folk doing their own thing, Jim Twohig and I decided to dust of our skis and head out for some touring. After an eventful journey which included getting held up by a stationary and struggling 4 wheel drive police car on the burbage road just outside ringinglow (incidentally during this hold up a long wheel base land rover possibly belonging to another, unnamed, club member ploughed past us through the verge at high speed!), we eventually parked up at Odin Mine and donned our skis and skins. We followed tracks up the side of the road before turning uphill and zig zagging our way up the hill towards the ridge between Mam Tor and Hollins cross. The snow was good, with between 6 and 12 inches depth, and continued to fall for the duration. Upon reaching the ridge we were hit by the cold icy winds, which had stripped all but the lightest dusting of snow from the summit of Mam Tor. En route we passed a lone mountain biker working his way along the ridge. After a pause for photos, we dropped off from the summit down the ridge and then to the north east and removed the skins ready for the descent. The snow was deeper on northern side, as we had hoped, allowing some good turns on the descent. However progress was slowed briefly when we strayed into deep undergroth which proceeded to lock itself around our skis making retreat somewhat awkward. The skiing was good in spite of the poor visibility, which added an extra layer of excitement, with obstacles such as fences appearing at high speed and with little warning. The rest of the decent was pleasant and uneventful, aside from a spectacular fall from one of the party, mentioning no names. Thankfully Jim survived with damage only to his pride and we re-fitted our skins started our climb back up towards the road corner west of the summit. From here we descended direct(ish) back to the car at Odin Mine. We tried to meet up with others at the Ladybower but were surprised to find it closed, but thankfully refreshments were found closer to home in The Union. Jim won the style prize in his all over buffalo gear in blue and purple. All in all a fine night was had by all, just a shame it's all melted now!

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posted by John on 14th Jan 2015

Blackden layby this week, and a very cold wind on top. The 20-odd hardy souls split at the top of Golden Clough, where 5 of us decided not to take the descent and climb. I am including the short route here as a warning - if you have two people navigating, try to arrange for them both to be aiming for the same point - tonight we had one going for Druids Stone and the other for Madwomans. I think the track speaks for itself.

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posted by John on 8th Jan 2015

Plenty of mud and slippery slopes, and I used more road than necessary to get back, but not as bad as I remember from the last time, maybe Willy would like to expand on this, it's all you're getting from me.

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posted by John on 11th Dec 2014

It was good to see Guy back for a visit from the far West of Scotland, and all went well as we left Strines through the woods that were, and headed towards Berristers Tor. We got the chance to run along the latest blot on the landscape, a strip of "road" across the moor, presumably to make it easier for shooting parties to blast the grouse out of the air. Anyway, rant over, Peter, John & Steve persuaded Guy that we didn't want to go up Berristers just to come back down again so we would go on a short route. 

No problem until we left the track to Foulstone Delph and headed home, where we managed to turn about 90 degrees right and hit Blackhole. As a route to Blackhole it's really very good, but as that wasn't our aim we refused to believe were we were and headed off in the approximate direction of Cutthroat Bridge. It was a long time later when commonsense was restored and we arrived back at the cars just as the last of the long route runners was heading pubwards. Just shows what can happen when two people each think the other knows what he is doing, and in reality neither of them does (Peter & John in this case).

A good Pertex bid, but I've no doubt it will be either forgotten or improved on by the time it is needed.

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posted by John on 27th Nov 2014

AKA Snake Inn Race, Bob's Night Race - results here

A grand night out, as Bob's report below tells:

Despite all the talk of safety, it's never been the intention to restrict our running in any way. So I thought it was a good idea to have a night race over some really challenging terrain - Kinder in thick clag.

A good field of 28 runners made their way up Fairbrook Naze and took various routes across to Hartshorn - special thanks to Mark Harvey for marshalling here. The spring under seal edge was a new one for most and tricky to find.
The Snake Inn was very welcoming and had a roaring fire and good beer. Despite the conditions, there were no major navigational blunders and quite a few ended up running in a group.
Well done to winner Richard Hunt and to Neil Northrop for navigating without a compass. There were a few bottles of beer left over from the club champs to give out as spot prizes. Look forward to similar thing next year.
Bob Berzins

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posted by John on 23rd Nov 2014

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Doctor’s Gate at 18.50, an extra 5 minutes being given to reach almost the summit of the Snake. As is routine at this start, it was cold and dark, all the more reason for signing in to the book. Sometimes the book, sometimes the sheet……. one day I will understand which is to be used. An unknown number of us set off directly for Shelf Stones trig taking in a bit of Doctor’s Gate, the Pennine Way, thankfully only a short bit, and Crooked Clough for the climb up to the Stones. By this time we were well enveloped in the mist which seemed to have continued from Saturday’s Club Champs. Does this part of the world ever see the sun? 

Once gathered at the trig, the shout from Bob and Tom was Wain Stones on a bearing of 20⁰. Through various groughs some grassy and some not, we skirted near Wain Stones and then made a dash for Beaklow Head. On the way, there were two lights to our right and they declared themselves to be at Hern Stones. The two lights did not reach Bleaklow Head so a lights-out was ordered (it really was pitch black) and a few halloos were called but no reply came nor were there any light sightings. A retrace of our steps (with torches on) back to Wain Stones was made with the same result. Who were the two and were there only two? After some discussion, it was decided that Fi and Jinx were missing but all agreed that they could look after themselves though we continued with some degree of concern for them. Though we didn’t know at the time, they were very much in control because, as Fi declared in the car on the way back, she had “established Jinx’s credentials” (we don’t know quite how Jinx felt about this). He had completed various events including the OMM and the LAMM. Not knowing this, we continued to worry and we also descended from Bleaklow Head to the Swamp which truly lived up to its name as we enjoyed watching a couple of semi-immersions. 

The next point of interest was the Upper North Grain hut which gave us the chance of doing a limited (very) recce of the birthday race on the 6th of December. Back to the cars where there was some shameful behaviour with the road apparently being used by some. Another quarter of an hour later, Fi and Jinx arrived in good form from Doctor’s Gate so everyone was accounted for after much ticking of the book. The outing was completed with a visit to the welcoming Snake Inn where a detailed analysis of Fi and Jinx’s route was made. Also, as other discussions progressed, Moz declared he was fortunately able to solve the world’s energy problems with a piece of rubber tubing (ask him, he’d be keen to tell you the details).

How many other clubs could combine mud, mist, meanderings and global energy management all in one evening?


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posted by John on 5th Nov 2014

You may have noticed that Peter Gorvett has not been Warting for a couple of weeks now, well he's in Brazil at the Orienteering World Masters. I'm pleased to say that he came a brilliant second in the "Sprint" race earlier this week, and will be competing in the "Long" event on Saturday - good luck to him in that - update - Peter came a creditable 5th in the Long race.


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posted by John on 30th Oct 2014

A significant group turned out for another Warts' adventure. The book was signed and the count revealed 14 of us but, as another Wart appeared from the misty gloom, it became 15, I think. The group welcomed back Penny, just returned from New Zealand to start her third winter in succession, what a stalwart! Cap'n Harmer was on Majorcan sunshine duty (and suffering a jelly fish sting) though no doubt he would have been missing the glorious drizzle being lavished upon us in the Ouzledon. His route responsibilities were taken over by Tom and Carl and Kirsty and Lucy and Tim. 

With excited anticipation, we sprinted (it felt like that to me) up the main track before branching (this word would come to haunt us later) to the left up through the woods and up Alport Grain, though there was a hint of doubt over whether we had gone up the right stream. No matter, there was a concerted effort then to reach the paved (!) Alport edge path. Yes, despite years of the Cap'n's dire warnings, “road runners!”, we trod the paving stones to regather at the start of the descent to Alport. 

It was then that the chickens came home to roost as Graeme limped along after slipping in the gaps between the paving stones and twisting his ankle. Maps and advice emerged, the “smooth” and longish route down to the Westend and then back along the road, was recommended. Tom gave up his map and we left Graeme to fend for himself. So then we were about 14. 

The plan was to cross the Alport and head for the dark, dark wood but by now we had been out for an hour so, at the river crossing, we decided to go up the valley and then to the Tower in Alport Castles. Tim led us up and across the river again for a pleasant climb over pasture then an unpleasant tramp through wood brashings to the lower rocky slopes of the Tower. Kirsty and Lucy took us up the rock climb to the top where whisky and jelly sweets were gratefully taken. Looking back from the top, the string of lights never fails to impress. 

Onward and upward, we reached the edge path and it was now only a short direct hop across the moor and through the woods to the cars. But, but, spectacularly deep heather (there were a few fallers) were only a taste of things to come in the Ouzeldon wood. As Tom remarked, the wood was the place that time had forgotten with fallen trees and branches, helpfully covered in slimy moss, and swamps laid out for our enjoyment, all whilst we contoured on a steep hillside. To generate any sort of pace through this Amazonian jungle, we developed a stooped, hurdling style. The sound of a stream appeared to be fading from us, so, on the basis that all streams went towards the cars, we descended back into the stream, crossing it a few times before reaching open ground (a relative term) for a disappointingly short time though rewarded with the sight of an owl. 

Back to the broken branches and fallen trees, when a sort of embankment running suspiciously parallel to our direction, was spotted on our left. This was the track! It seemed that, in a few minutes on the track, we covered the same distance as we had made in the last 30 minutes of jungle. By this time, and, almost as usual, the group was no more, having split up into two's and three's. However, back at the cars, everyone was accounted for in the book, including Graeme who had by now, not only limped back from Westend, but had driven home! It was generally agreed that the night's outing ranked highly on the Harmerian index of warting.


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posted by PG on 17th Oct 2014

Ten of us set off from the Sportsman, with Rob leading. There was an interesting route to the Headstone, with Jim and Peter separately peeling off to head down to the Rivelin track and up the ridge via the Reddicar Clough path to wait for the rest there. Then along the conduit to the little reservoir. JF headed off to Redmires with the excuse of the Round Rotherham at the weekend, taking five with him (we had been out nearly an hour by then). Tom, Sam, Julian and Peter were the only ones up for the Full Monte. It took us about 15 minutes to "navigate" across the marsh, but it was straightforward up to and along the shooting butts and it was great to be able see the lights of Hope Valley through the gaps in the clag once we reached High Neb, it was breezy but not the threatened 20mph plus winds.   But despite a straightforward return via the Pole the whole run took us very nearly 2.5 hours, not helped at the end by "roadworks" on the conduit back to the Sportsman which have turned it into a rubble-filled quagmire.

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posted by John on 13th Oct 2014

Andy has suggested a run from Blackden (layby on Snake Road), 18:45 as usual.

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posted by WillyK on 3rd Oct 2014

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A most convivial of evenings with some pleasant autumnal mauves in the sunsetting sky, a balmy 11 degrees on the hill, and a remarkable consensus over route choice. Moz was magnificently straight-faced in delivering the new safety monologue, and not one voice was raised in protest. It would appear that these straightened times of austerity have taken all the fight out of us, if not our appetite for the fells. All-in-all, the good Cap'n's honour was once more restored, and it is always good to visit the Nether Moor Quarry. Good also to see a few more unfamiliar faces.

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posted by WillyK on 20th Sep 2014

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Not sure whether it's the extreme excess of material generated or simply post-traumatic stress which has kept me from the keyboard for so long.  Whatever the explanation, you know you've got a job on relaying the sheer folly of a 'run' when Cap'n Harmer himself is heard to opine less than an hour into his own 'route' that "... the consensus is the bracken perhaps makes this not the best line at this time of year".  I think this constituted an apology from our esteemed leader; though it may just have been dizziness induced by loss of blood, having cut his finger on a thistle or similar in the first half hour of pointless scrambling.  The safety officer will be pleased to learn (as will Chairman Woe), that between the two dozen warts present (our Warfarin imbibing leader amongst them), not one plaster (or first aid kit) could be found ... suggesting we may need to wrestle those shiny orange sacks off Tom and Mark before next we venture on the hill.  Through rhododendron, across girders, through bracken, brambles, hedges backwards, a barbed-wire fence or three, heather, some tussocks, more bracken, on all fours through gorse, past a miasmatic pond, through a lot more bracken, then some more and finally thigh deep in more heather, we made our merrily shell-shocked way to Fox Stones.

At this point I would not have been moved to mention our favorite Deepcar Mountain Leader at all for fear of being accused of picking on the delicate flower once more, but I'm told he grumbled about the clag-challenged nav of those in front of him to the Fox Stones, making him entirely fair game for what follows.  In a nutshell, young Mr W lead us first to a 'hand rail' wall which he proceeded to lose again within a dozen metres; then he took us down a precipitous descent (most appropriately named 'Gallows Rocher'), across Ewden Beck and back up an equally precipitous and rather hazardously holed bank to regain the heady heights of Bruston Croft.  Having singularly failed to locate the small footbridge on Oaken Clough (looking at the GPS track we must have just passed to the west of it), our Ian then tried to pull off the kind of deceit few indeed have the front to attempt, claiming that a newly refurbished vehicular bridge was in fact a replacement for the foot bridge we sought.  Thrice he made the claim, each time meeting justifiable disagreement, whilst we downed a fruit jelly or two, and shared whisky (like the first aid kits, in limited supply).  Along the quad bike track to the east we thence traveled for fully three hundred metres, before inexplicably veering north  - ignoring Clive's protestations that we had inadvertently left the track - whereafter IDP briefly reclaimed control of operations.  I say briefly, because in reality we never properly recovered the situation, in the end completing the outing with fully two miles pounding along a vehicle track.

Upon reflection, I should clearly have taken more careful note of Graham B's decision in the pub on Monday night not to pitch up at Ewden (" Andy'll have you floggin' through all manner of **** "), and indeed the webmaster and Moz's decision to put roughly five hundred miles between them and this sorry expedition.  All of which said, we happy twenty-four had a ball ... although it remains to be seen how many of the handful of newbie warts will ever return to the hills with the cream of Dark Peak.  The more that defect, no doubt, the happier the good Cap'n will be.

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posted by WillyK on 21st Aug 2014

At the webmaster's request, a few summery words to accompany the most eloquent of tracks provided by Messrs Last and Lund respectively (see below).

On a gratifyingly well attended evening from the Westend, some 30 or 40 runners, complete with a number of newbies (welcome Sam, Clare and at least one other I neither recognised nor spoke with), headed out en masse up through Fagney Plantation, down and up the Alport Valley and across the tussocks to Oyster Cabin.  All went without incident, aside from the fight some of the more senior members of our party picked with at least one unhappy wasp near the head of the first climb.  Even Brother Holmes was on best behaviour, safely tethered to young Rusty; that is until we hit the no-man's land of Birchinlee Pasture on the return leg where, lines of sight briefly interrupted, our cheerful party split asunder, with rag-tag bands of runners disappearing off in various more and less ill-advised directions.  

Your correspondent knew on which side his bread was buttered, following Big Bob on the racing line beside Ditch Clough.  Others fared rather less well, particularly where they chose to follow Messrs Lund (track below), Holmes (obviously) or Saville.  As it happened, no-one can have been following our Kev, since despite his admirable resurgence in fitness, he nonetheless pitched up in splendid cussin' isolation, five minutes later than even the latest of the several Pertex-seekers who returned in dribs and drabs from utterly the wrong direction, along the tarmac via Howden dam, at least fifteen minutes later than the main party.

We fretted just a little whilst a number of the newbies remained unaccounted for, relaxing only once all but Kev were accounted for.  To be fair, there was one member of the remaining party (pretty much everyone else having already repaired to the pub) who was actively considering returning onto the hill in order to assist our potentially crooked hero home; and this was not a family member, young Tom having much more sense than to consider such folly.

All in all then, a most enjoyable evening, finished off with an almost 100% turnout in the Ladybower, where Tractor Boy Ray, Barnsley Betts, and Kitmeister Hakes were found prematurely ensconced in the corner with a beer or three.  Roll on the wartin' season says I..

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posted by John on 22nd May 2014

Went off route (deliberately, honest), and look what they've done to Blackden/Kinder East trig, where's all that nice peat gone....


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posted by WillyK on 13th Mar 2014

Strictly in the interests of gender equality (where were you Mr Cole?), leadership of this evening's Southern Wart from Hathersage Swimming Pool was assumed by Ms P. Collier. Drunk with the power thus assumed, Penny proceeded to frog march us nigh on ten miles around the highways and byways of Eyam and Offerton Moors, at the most frightening of paces, before appearing to lose her sense of direction briefly somewhere near Shatton radio mast. This afforded Lucy a brief opportunity to lead us to pasture over a more familiar contour of tussocks and fallen bracken. The webmaster, meanwhile, had got his excuses in early, suggesting that the absence of a belt for his mini-rucksack would lead to flapping and air-drag; Moz, by contrast, employed a series of more or less ineffective tactics to slow the pace, whilst young Mr Bollinger, on sabbatical from recent travels, gasped occasionally for breath. All in all then, a very particular wart. Perhaps the kindest thing I can say about it is that Cap'n Harmer would have absolutely hated it whilst Penny, rather suspiciously, was nowhere to be seen at pub's end. Evidently she'd appreciated that she may have set back the cause of gender equality within the club by another ten years at the very least.

Meanwhile, on the other side..

Northern Warts Weds 12 March - Great run tonight under a clear and starry sky! 10 Dark Peakers and the faint glow of IDP in the distance on one of his legendary night nav courses.
Starting from the A628 we headed along to Lady Cross then to the cairn around Round Hill. From there over to Barrow Stones via Barrow Clough. Bearings were taken but the moonlight guided us fine.
To a sheepfold (large enough for 3 sheep) (and it wasn't on my map..) at Swains Greave and some giant groughs to Swains head. A couple of white hares escaped the studs.
We handrailed Far Small Clough to the Trans Pennine Trail back to the road.
Refreshments were then consumed in the Dog and Partridge.
Highlight of the evening was having a 'blackout' and stargazing for a few moments. I think we may have even re-named a few stars!

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posted by WillyK on 27th Mar 2014

Fully twenty-seven seasoned warts celebrated the passing of the 13/14 wartin' season, including a fair mix of the old, the new and the indifferent. A light dusting of snow lent proceedings a rather pleasant feel, whilst the now regular newbies, Adrian, Edwin, Fiona, Josh and David L showed considerable restraint in not running the rest of us into the ground. Even Rusty's owner was on his best behaviour, as we rounded off proceedings in perfect harmony - sorry Jim. Not even the absence of Blonde at the Ladybower could put a dampener upon events. See y'all next year (and next week at the first club run of the summer).
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posted by WillyK on 19th Mar 2014

So opined the evergreen Mr Fulton whilst bemoaning the fact that he only recognised half the faces in the pub. Meanwhile, a quietly recovering Steve Martin and our antipodean cousin Clive L discussed the dangers of kangaroos - especially if they jump through your windscreen and proceed to disembowel you with their claws; and on my return to the more youthful corner of the pub, the spectacle of Messrs Winterburn and Bradbury pontificating as to the accuracy of assorted plane wreck grid references in the Peak. From the glazed looks on everyone else's face, I was glad to have missed the bulk of this particular dirge.

It is only polite, I suppose, to report that we also went for a run; short, sharp and starry; and that we lost nobody of note (not even what the good cap'n some what provocatively described as 'that elite runner from Grindleford', Mike Nolan, who made a rare and largely cheerful guest appearance). It takes all sorts.

There is a map of this run, view the post to see it

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posted by John on 28th Feb 2014

A fairly small group of Warts turned up at the Ladybower, depleted,no doubt, by the prospect of the HPM at the weekend. We started up the infamous Piddock Wood climb towards Jarvis Clough, but much to the Captain's disappointment we missed the near suicidal climb at the bottom, somehow finding a gentle slope - relatively gentle anyway. After that it was very straightforward, and for once it was neither raining nor blowing a gale, so perhaps a pity that some of us opted for a short one, the route of which is below. I've no idea where the rest of them got to, perhaps we will be enlightened later.

There is a map of this run, view the post to see it

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posted by GrahamB on 22nd Feb 2014

Night Navigation

The route for the run was carefully planned, Pike Low summit, the Sterling wreck and the big cairn on the Dukes Road. The map references were also given so there was no reason to go astray, except……..the start venue on the web site was at Midhopestones but the intention was to start near the Ewden (Broomfield) so we could enjoy the benefits of the rhododendrons. As the group of six arrived at the intended start, the flashing hazard warning lights of a broken down car felt a bit foreboding particularly when the driver asked where he was. Maps were duly brought out and he was given detailed advice and a few answers, Mortimer Road, Ewden, Broomhead but not Midhopestones where a group of three DPFR cars had gathered. A few phone calls and ten minutes later, the now nine DPFR alternative warts were as one, ready for the rhodos. These had partially been cleared at the start but, further on, were still, as ever, nicely overgrown, slippy and rocky. Only the Cap’n, king of the rhodos, can navigate through them to lead us to the girders where the crawling ritual gave us a downward, head torch lit view of a rushing and turbulent Ewden which set us up for the night. In a master class of strict navigation given by Ian W using map, compass bearing and features, we followed the Cap’n to reach Pike Low. There was no signing in there, nor had there been at the start. The next compass shout was about 210° so on we went, though it felt as if we were drifting rightwards but after some correction by the Cap’n, Candlerush was reached and crossed. Tom’s (W) tree was next and was apparently seen so it could only be a short way to the wreck. Distracted by some white posts, the wreck was not to be found except for a small piece in a tiny gully. It was deemed sufficiently close to be counted as a find! 130° was the next shout and, after a fairly uneventful stretch apart from the lone lady of the group disappearing down a mini sink hole, we were soon sprinting on the quad track towards the Dukes Road. Only three of us made it to the road and then on to the cairn. The others went on the cross country route. Feeling smug about the route choice the three of us had just made, it was only a matter of a short run over the rocky heather to join another track and then on to the car. However………, the master navigation class giver set off at high speed, veered left and disappeared. We also went leftish and, yes, we did find the track but only by the time we were at the car park. Meanwhile, the master navigator had corrected himself, found the track early and was changed when we arrived!

We got round without getting rained upon or blown off our feet and some, though not all, of us enjoyed the tropical conditions. The Cap’n did confess that his navigation was based mainly on very detailed local knowledge of, I imagine, groughs, bogs both green and brown, stream crossings, white posts, one tree and the feel of the terrain. So the night’s outing was a master class in both NS and LK.

Thanks to both the master navigators!

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posted by John on 13th Feb 2014

The Warts’ committee had made a determined effort for the Wednesday night run from Blackden. They had even managed to infiltrate the BBC weather forecast by predicting heavy rain, snow and very strong and blustery winds. Such was the trepidation raised by this forecast that the decision was made at the Blackden gathering to go for a lower level route from the Hagg car park.

So, all very togged up for a soaking and a blasting, we scrambled and staggered up through the wind towards Crookestone Knoll which was amazingly calm and warm (?) in its lee. Onwards along the again very wild Kinder edge (remember the Snake Inn outing) and across the foaming Jagger’s Clough to the 444m summit**. Next stop was the quarry (whiskey and jelly babies) where there was much speculation of an EGM if not an AGM. Speakers were invited to stand on the rock block soapbox to propose how the next AGM should be organized at the quarry. Needless to say there was no clear agreement to do so! Discussions were curtailed as we headed down into the valley for a climb up Telegraph Hill, very much propelled by the wind. Returning to the car park and then the pub, there was an air of disappointment because there had been no rain. Yes, the rain and the snow had held off and some rocks on the last descent track appeared to be actually, dare I say it, dry! Whilst this time the committee had not managed to reach the top class weather conditions achieved on the Snake run, they had won a psychological victory causing a change in the route choice.
However, be warned, there is still time before the Warting season ends for the committee to produce a finale of fearsome fury.


** Editor's note: if you are on the OS map it's a 442m summit, Harvey's has it as 444m, in fact both have the knoll/cairn some distance from the summit. It's clearly not an exact science, as I say every time I get lost.

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posted by WillyK on 13th Feb 2014

With the rare appearance of the Club Secretary (or perhaps a hologram thereof), the return from St Lucia of Sarah B, and the addition of the newly elevated Dr Piercey to our ranks, it was a distinctly superior gathering that set out from Hagg Farm lay-by (Blackden having been deemed a little too wild). Cap'n Harmer had clearly anticipated the need to stand on ceremony, sporting a shiny new waterproof from Decathalon (a disturbing sight indeed), so all that was missing was the still globetrotting Dave Bollinger and his top of the range Hagloff jacket. May be next week, eh Dave?

But I digress. The route from the lay-by took us up to Crookstone Knoll, via a foot deep pile of slurry (thanks for that, Big Bob), and some slushy white stuff which passed, I suppose, for snow. Graham-the-weatherman Berry was naturally delighted, whilst the rest of us shuffled onward into a stiffish wind, before descending rather more swiftly to the Cap'n's favourite alternative AGM venue - quite a fine little quarry below Nether Moor, it must be admitted. Disappointingly, the Secretary seemed reticent to declare the meeting quorate, notwithstanding the presence of seventeen other warts (at least three club officials included), so we were unable to carry a motion of no confidence in the still absent Chairman Woe (once more, it was alleged, bearing the chains of office a little too heavily at the Sportsman).

Sometime thereafter the moon came out, the wind didn't drop much, and we returned to our vehicles via a brief climb on t'other side of the A57 - all details you can probably survive without. And as for the route of the 'New' Landmarks race next week, well this drew some considerable interest in the pub afterwards - much more interest indeed than it, in the end, warranted. For all those absent friends, well you'll just have to wait and hear it from the horse's mouth next Wednesday. See you all there, for the annual pilgrimage to Trooper Hawley's t-shirt.

There is a map of this run, view the post to see it

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posted by WillyK on 8th Feb 2014

Just to add to Graham's wise words below, here's Dave Lund's track of last Wednesday's adventures.

There is a map of this run, view the post to see it

And by way of a coda:

1. I'm still smarting somewhat at Big Bob's broken promise of whisky in an armchair in the cabin in Lower Small Clough;

2. It's gratifying to note the speed with which Brother Holmes is picking up the finer points of dog-handling, this week showing off the latest addition to his armoury of techniques ... 'heel' quoth he, not once, not twice, but possibly once per minute;

3. And even more gratifying to note Rusty's willful response; 'Heel? You must be joking'.

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