A report from Ian Winterburn:
Following a 5.00am start from the Sportsman, Steve Matthews, George Yates, Russell Beresford and myself set off in the dark to attempt the 15 Trigs. Following tips from Tim Hawley we soon arrived at Emlin following a glorious sunrise. Some how we picked a good line to Cartlege Stones where we dumped our packs and dodged the hundreds of new paving stones that have been flown in. By this time it was still cool and we set off for Margery Hill where we met up up with Richard and David Hakes, Andy Harmer and Tim Hawley. A brief stop and a drink and we were on our way. At Outer edge we were 20 minutes up on schedule.
We didn't see any one until approaching Shelf Stones by which time the sun was well and truly out and we had lost the 20 minute advantage. The heat was oppressive as we crossed the Snake in Old Glossop, George popped in to the pub (To top his water bottle up he says!) We knew we were going to need lots of waters so we headed for the Harry Hut Spring, It was good to know we were on our way back at last. By the time we hit the first of the Kinder Trigs we had dropped 30 minutes behind and if it wasn't for George dragging us along we would have dropped much more, approaching Brown Knoll was different as it was dusty! Kinder was drier than I can ever remember at this time of year with no water at all at the Downfall. I've never seen so many people on Kinder in their Sunday Best, It must have added a couple of miles on the route just to go round them all.
All the Skyline recce's helped keep us going but we soon started to run out of water and by Crookstone we were really struggling, we couldn't find the Spring so had to stagger for eternity to Win Hill. It didn't look like we were going to make it but George who was still going strong set off to try and get inside the 15 hours. We'd left 5 Litres of water at a cache by Yorkshire bridge which was heaven, We drank it all and set off for High Neb with renewed vigour. When we topped out on the last trig the sun was sinking in a stunning pink hazy sky.
We left HN needing to be back in 46 minute so we part walked/ran to Stanage pole where we thought we could just do it. Don't ask me how but we ran virtually all the way back, as we crossed the fields by the Sportsman Alan was there to see us in in 15 hours. George had come in just 15 minutes a head of us. Thanks to Al for the pint he bought us, it was much needed.
The visibility was incredible but the heat was stifling and with no breeze to cool us meant I was constantly over heating. Given cooler weather and water at Crookstone we would have been well inside the target time.
I would like to thank my fellow triggers, It was superb day out in good company crossing areas I've never been to.