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posted by The Safety Officer on 22nd Mar 2012

The last run of the winter's warting season took us up Parkin Clough to the top of Win Hill to see the back end of a beautiful sunset in calm and very benign conditions, a contrast to previous weeks. Jupiter, Venus and Mars were visible and the mood was one of jollity and gayness as spring approached. The only notable misery was of course Capt. Harmer, bemoaning the approach of summer and daylight and remembering that we'll have to hammer him up in his coffin for the summer months until September and the start of another glorious warting season! Anyway.... the run continued west along the ridge until someone accused Capt. of being a road runner!! This resulted in a completely pointless detour off Hope Brinks and then back up to the top of the ridge again - woe betide anybody calling the Capt. a road runner! From here, a pleasant descent ensued which eventually took us to the bottom of Jagger's Clough via a pretty woodland path! True warting kicked in at this point as we eventually made it to Crookstone Knoll, although it has to be said that there were a number of "splitters" in the group who insisted on taking their own route against the advice of the Safety Officer! The last whisky, jelly babies and raspberry ruffles of the season were taken here and amidst much grumbling from Capt., we set off back up the ridge in a linear fashion and not the true circular one which is normal on a warts' run. Somewhere along the way, we took the wrong path (Mr Holmes was probably to blame) and ended up running many miles through the woods and then ending up a mile or so from where we were meant to be! But... Mr Holmes had his road run along the  reservoir road, so at least he was happy! See you next Autumn

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posted by The Safety Officer on 15th Mar 2012

A select group of hearty warts set off from the nether parts of our region near Saltersbrook on the Woodhead Road. A cool night but very still, so no epic but nonetheless a testing part of the Peaks (with lots of variety, Mr H.) We set off up one of the "Small Cloughs" onto the watershed, which was predictably moist and then to the small sheep fold somewhere below Barrow Stones (which we are assured will be a checkpoint in the next club champs!). From here we went to Barrow Stones and quaffed whisky but no Raspberry Ruffles. It should be noted, at this point, that the group throughout the run was consumate in its coherence. In the absence of Mr Holmes who had joined the southern (very) softies, there were no splitters and consequently, nobody wondering who or what that light was in the distance!! After this we went downhill (literally, not metaphorically) and then up Hoar Clough to some extremely moist ground and then back to the cars. We had a drink at the Dog and Partridge, an excellent little boozer and one to recommend!

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For the record here is the Southern Softies track, see comments for a description.
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posted by The Safety Officer on 8th Mar 2012

Another epic! We started off in cold but fairly clear conditions, with that sense of deja vu from last week's run! However, instead of the Boundary stones, we battled our way up to Black Holes with the occasional snow flurry to cool us down! From here, we slogged through the knee deep heather with the occasional burst of running to remind us that we are finely tuned athletes, up to Lost Lad. Mr Hakes was now a distant light off the back of the group, so we duly abandoned him to his fate. A fine bit of running was had from here, with a direct line towards Gravy cabin via a precipitous cliff both up and down, warting at its best. Whisky and raspberry ruffles were partaken at the cabin in the relative calm. Berrister's Tor and Abbey Brook were next and about this time, the snow began with a vengeance turning into a white out by the time we had ascended Abbey Brook. Now...a point must be made about a certain "leader" who gave mixed messages! I distinctly heard a mention of Cartledge Flats as the next "checkpoint" and so a group of 5 of us set out for this in the freezing, whiteout conditions and stood around on the verge of imminent demise waiting for the others whom, it transpired had missed out the summit and opted for the easier route (what are the warts coming to?) aiming directly for the finish. Anyway...we managed to meet up with them after some cursing and went direct to the pub, in the now very bright moonlight.

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posted by John on 7th Mar 2012

The Southern Warts (or Southern Softies if you must) hooked up with the Roadies at the Barrel Inn for post run refreshment. It was advertised as a "full moon" run, and whilst we saw glimpses of said moon they were few and far between. We did manage a good fast run though, starting through the bumpy bits in Bretton Clough, and finishing up the hill from Stoke Ford. A vast improvement on last year's attempt in zero visibility when we were lost for the best part of two hours.

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posted by The Safety Officer on 1st Mar 2012

A select bunch of  ageing athletes forewent the pleasures of Ringinglow for a heartier trip to the Strines given that it was such a beautiful night, cloudless and mild. We made for the Derwent Edge via the Boundary Stones and Pepper Pot tending to swing to the left as Mr Harmer eschewed the advice to follow the well worn track, instead choosing to take the assembled group some way off the target rocks (oh dear), then down to the small packhorse bridge and up to the top of Pike Lowe, where whisky (but no Raspberry Ruffles) was partaken in the fine moonlight. A gentle trudge through the very moist bog towards Lost Lad and Howshaw Tor. Then a final direct line to the pub, which had a curry night on. An excellent night!  

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posted by John on 1st Mar 2012

A splendid clear warm evening for fast footpath running with a top route devised by Moz including Houndkirk Hill, ex- Bull Nose Header (who would pinch a brick?) Unhidden Totley Trig, Hidden Totley Trig, & Houndkirk Hill revisited. The dip in the ground next to the unhidden trig providing a perfect shelter for the Whisky & Sour Sweet & Mars Bar & Winegum stop, before everyone braced themselves for what was surely going to be a long search led by yours truly to find the hidden trig, just beyond the stepping stones at the foot of Blackamoor. To everyone's surprise including mine, it was found without fuss which put us in good heart for the blast back to the Norfolk Arms. They cant be many finer feelings than having a good fast, bracken, heather & bog free run, followed by sitting on a leather settee with your clubmates (well those that can be bothered cross Redmires Road anyway) with a pint of Moonshine in your hand. AM We now have a track, albeit cobbled together from 2 incomplete ones, and missing the second climb of Houndkirk Hill.

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posted by The Safety Officer on 23rd Feb 2012

A run which will surely go down in the anals as a "thank f... we survived it!" It started off inauspiciously by pissing down with the sort of rain that gets into every orifice, the path down Doctors Gate was a small fast flowing river, no sign of drought on Bleaklow. At some point we turned right into a clough and then proceeded to scale an "Extreme" cliff, which certainly set the bowels moving. Penny has cause to remember this for some time as she froze on the smallest of slippery ledges with nothing but black void above and below (Quote: "I signed up to do fell running not bloody rock climbing!") The next point was a pond, 'nough said and then up the edge of Dowstone Clough with the sound of a raging torrent that would have swept all before it had we attempted to cross it, well below. Some daft chough (Tom Westgate) decided that Bleaklow Head would be a good place to visit and so we did and it wasn't, but amazingly we did find it in the black void. By this time it was agreed by all but Tom that we had had enough fun and so set off in a southerly direction in the freezing cold, black void. It has to be noted that Messrs Westgate and Holmes, after suggesting that we follow their lead in the void, disappeared and abandoned the rest of the party to their fate. The Safety Officer (had he been available) would have been beside himself with rage at this gross neglect and blatant abandonment of standard procedure but most of us were too knackered to care just wanting to get back to the cars in any direction. So after talking Maurice out of going back north again, we set off south and, praise be, found the path. An interesting "run" and one which was quite nice when it ended!

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posted by John on 23rd Feb 2012

It made a pleasant change to run in the White Peak. No trudging through heather, without trespassing, needing to climb walls, barbed wire or fences. A trip through the Cressbrook Tunnel was added to the Thornbridge race route where the going was soft, the excrement around the farms deep and the views excellent - it was a bit quieter out there than the traditional August date for that route though. Post race beers were taken at the Monsal Head Stable Bar where the Buxton Blonde and Wincle Undertaker Bitter were on fine form Jim

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posted by The Safety Officer on 16th Feb 2012

Some 25 or so finely tuned Dark Peak athletes plus a guest from Kendal AC set out on this mild night. The run started with a wade through the upper reaches of the reservoir, followed by a long drag up to Wet Stones, the navigation to which was impeccable! From here we set off in an optimistic frame of mind to find the picnic tables and tin shack which is somewhere in a clough somewhere in the moor. To our amazement, we found it without any bother and consumed whisk(e)y and sundry snack items at the tables, it has to be said that the service was poor, however. From here, we set off to find the Stirling bomber wreck. Now bear in mind that this is on a featureless bit of moor and that we approached it from a featureless bit of moor, so, being honest, the chances of finding a bit of pipe sticking up in the dark featureless moor were slim! And so it proved to be. Search abandoned we set off for Margery Hill trig which was found with the usual accuracy. From here the group split, those that actually fancied a run went down Cut Gate, the walkers went over Cranberry Clough and arrived back much later! Oh and happy birthday to Jim who enjoyed the perfect 58th birthday treat!

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posted by WillyK on 1st Feb 2012

A very pleasant run through the snow via the Dukes Road, Fox Stones, Pike Low and the tram-track bridge. Harmony prevailed all night, and the Belgian Blue slipped down nicely in the Nags thereafter. Good to see Mr Harvey (aka "God") in attendance, and young master Beresford for some of the proceedings. A reet good night all round.

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posted by John on 1st Feb 2012

Broomhead access gate being a step too far for some of us, we assembled at Hugh's Hut in Stoney Middleton for a run over to Longstone Moor, ably led by Peter Gorvett. An uneventful run apart from the section on the way home when a cow decided to join in. Fortunately a few sharp words sent it on its way. Excellent refreshment in the Moon inn, where we outnumbered the rest of the customers by 3:1.

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posted by The Safety Officer on 26th Jan 2012

A mild night and a good turnout. Moz was to be congratulated for designing a course that even he managed to get lost on, as he (and a number of others) failed to find the pond near Friar's Ridge which those that did find it, did so as a pure fluke!! The going was officially described as "moist" to good which meant that we were wading knee deep through a good portion of this "race"  The checkpoints for interests sake where:

  • the haunted house on the conduit
  • the small pond in the middle of nowhere near the lodge
  • the bus shelter near High Neb
  • the other pond in the middle of nowhere, near the lodge
  • the pond in the middle of nowhere on Friar's ridge
  • Rud Hill summit in the middle of nowhere
  • a long wallow back to the start/finish
My meanderings are shown below!! Chris Barber  
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posted by WillyK on 25th Jan 2012

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A game of two thirds this one ... (reasonably) fine to Stanage Pole, then an especially grim bog trot and flounder in search of the third pond of the evening which, as the track testifies, I appear to have passed a good 200m to the south. Didn't stop me getting my feet very wet, and failing to correct the line to Rud Hill (not always easy when you've no real idea where you are). Enough tussocks and bog to keep even the most stalwart of warts happy; and nobody paid much heed to Moz's increasingly desperate talk of lines and good running at the finish. Congratulations to Neil N on another wartin' victory, and thanks to Moz and John for organising the whole shootin' match. It'd be interesting to know just how many people actually found that last pond, mind.

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posted by WillyK on 19th Jan 2012

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Having declared the tentatively advertised route to Alport Castles "contrived", and determined that we should tackle Kinder instead, Cap'n Harmer (that most empathetic of warts) spotted Andy M's lip all a-quiver and promptly reverted to said Alport route. Off we went then, up a bit, along a bit (on an endless pavement of slabs, occasioning some unpleasant flashbacks for recent participants in the Trigger), alighting eventually at the summit of the Tower. Down a bit, up a bit, some whisky (but no ruffles), bog along quite a bit, down a bit, some fence vaulting, and finally back to the cars via some tarmac a bit. Big Bob, the only real man amongst us, chose to finish with a solo ascent of Crookstone Knoll, joining us all a little later in the Ladybower. Contrived seems a fair description in hindsight, but Andy M was happy, and Andy H glad to have obliged.

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posted by WillyK on 4th Jan 2012

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Eleven stalwarts lined up for a good old fashioned soaking on Emlin Ridge; certainly the foulest weather of the season thus far and possibly the wettest wart from start to finish that I've had the pleasure to enjoy in the past four years. It was evident from the outset that conditions were somewhat awry as young Master Harmer arrived resplendent in full waterproof clobber, tops and bottoms. Having splashed our way around the trig, shooting cabins, plantations and reservoir, we repaired to the Nags Head where the loudest cheer of the evening was reserved for the news that rain had stopped play at the Sportsman ... but I wouldn't want to steal Brother Barber's thunder on this matter, who should be along shortly to expand in whatever way seems most appropriate to him. As a coda, Lewis notes - "An article in the Guardian identifies High Bradfield as having gusts of 93 MPH on wednesday night/ thursday morning. No comment is made on the volume of water sloshing about."   Not sure that I can add much to my esteemed colleague's ramblings above. It was a memorable night and will be committed to the "anals" of warting history.  The highlight was receiving the text from our sometime warting colleague who was blacklegging at some other venue, pointing out that the race had been cancelled due to bad weather (pah!) - a term hitherto never mentioned on a warts night!

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posted by WillyK on 18th Dec 2011

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Notwithstanding young Tom W's pre-run concerns that our esteemed leaders may not be singing to the same hymn sheet on this one, the evening passed with barely a hint of disagreement, and a very fine run was had by all over varied terrain on a crisp clear night. Classic wartin', even if no-one - excepting your correspondent - actually made it all the way to Black Holes. There was a subsequent claim that I'd simply misheard Cap'n Harmer's call at Howshaw Tor; be that as it may, it's always worth the trip to t'other side of Running Moss Dike, boys 'n girls.

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posted by WillyK on 30th Nov 2011

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In the absence of either a safety officer or habitual wart-in-chief, it's just possible we never took a head count. Nonetheless there was a surprisingly healthy showing - twenty plus - for a rather longer tour of Big Moor than many of us had anticipated. Possibly by dint of being the only attendee in possession of a 1:25000 scale map, or possibly as result of his impressive showing at the Long Cakes race the other week, Rob Cole strode out in front giving a fine impression of a night-time navigator ... Sadly, his tendency to interpret county and constituency boundaries as footpaths soon proved his undoing, and we singularly failed to find either Lady's Cross or the first Big Moor stone circle. We did, however, acquaint ourselves with some suitably poor ground. Thereafter, navigation improved - in large part due, I suspect, to the profusion of footpaths. Nonetheless, those of us on the two and a half hour extended tour managed to take in three stone circles, a barrow and the reconstituted rock art on Gardoms Edge, whilst the lighter-weight two hour tour settled for just the two stone circles. They did, however, remember to stop for some whisky. Rob and I, by contrast (and no doubt weighed down by the unexpected burden of leadership), forgot entirely to call a whisky halt for the extended tour, so the pint in the Grouse at journey's end was all the more welcome. The track says it all, really. And Rob responds: "I feel the need to make a couple of minor clarifications... We did indeed miss Lady's cross, though only due to Coach Willy's hard right turn upon reaching the wall, I had intended to carry on our bearing but the coach had other ideas. Also, from my track, it seems we passed within about 10 metres of the first stone circle... twice! Anyway, most importantly, for the record, sadly, my own whisky supply has run dry, however, I did upon at least two occasions make my best efforts to remind Coach Willy of the importance of the sharing the contents of his hip flask with the rest of our intrepid group, unfortunately he did not oblige us!" OK; perhaps I was attracted to the alternative line to the Hurkling Stone - a much more romantic spot than Lady's Cross IMHO - and the absence of whisky may have been pointed out on a couple of occasions mid-run ... but it was simply my sieve-like brain, rather than innate stinginess, that led to my own supplies of whisky remaining in my bag for the duration; honest.

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posted by John on 1st Dec 2011

Ten hardy souls ventured forth from Midhope led by Capt Harmer and Sergeant Hakes, no safety officer was on show here but with Westgate and Winterburn we knew we were in safe hands. The first point of call was the cabin, from there the wet boggy track ventured higher in the the teeth of a biting wind. The plan was a direct line to the Margary hill however having drifted close to cutgate a quick trip out to inspect the UXB discovered by Russ a few weeks earlier. More on the shells will appear in next Christmas's newsletter ;) The group split slightly as one section went straight at MH and the others taking a less direct route by running up Cutgate. The masses gathered on MH before some discussion by the Capt and Private Westgate on the precise bearing to the Stirling wreck, now I'm not certain how important those 5 degrees were but 10-15 minutes later miraculously we were gathered around the wreck site, A few more photos before we chose to find a bit more shelter to have raspberry whirls from Mr Holmes and our first whisky stop. It was here that the Capt decided to cartwheel down a clough to; first the amusement of the troops then to the concern of the group however he was soon up and off again to Pike Low. Another whisky and with every one signed in and Winterburn led off back to the cars with the Barber hounds in hot pursuit. Brigadier Sanderson had counted them out and counted them back. To his pleasure all were present and correct so a trip round the corner to the Wagon and Horses for a few pints of Timmy Taylor's where Hakes open the market stall and started selling the new DP shirts to any one who promised to pay him later.

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posted by WillyK on 24th Nov 2011

A two hour forty minute epic, rumour has it, from the Sportsman to the traditional subterranean traverse of Hathersage. No idea who was there, since I'd been diverted at the last minute to attend my fair daughter's A level choices evening. All being well therefore, a fuller account, and perhaps even a track, might follow in due course. Meanwhile, ten Guerrillas were playing about on Bleaklow, visiting a pond and the odd wreck in the vicinity of James's Thorn. A good time had by all, it is alleged.

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posted by WillyK on 9th Nov 2011

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As balmy a night as it gets in early November, with 19 stalwarts on hand to admire Andy's sometimes dubious lines to the scene of another of Big Bob's rare navigational hiccups (so Andy alleges). It appeared to many of the assembled company, however, that rather than navigating the line, Andy had simply kept running along the edge path until some likely looking lumps came in to view which he might convince us were always his intended destination. Whence across the bogs to Ollerbrook and home via Crookstone Knoll and rather too much bracken on the descent to the cars. To be honest, I was so far off the back for much of the evening that I've little real idea where we went or what we did - but I am fairly certain we finished the evening off in the Ladybower Inn, as is traditional.

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posted by WillyK on 4th Nov 2011

The pre-champs potter was distinguished first by the high proportion of women taking part - a good third of our number by my estimation - and second by the quite atrocious line to the Knoll taken by editor-in-chief Holmes. Other local landmarks included the Ruby and Head Stones, Ocean View - this time not quite so direct - and the conduit tunnel. Oh, and to further taint his credibility, young David then produced a flask of cooking rum at the whisky stop. The pressures of publishing to a strict deadline are clearly taking a heavy toll ...

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posted by The Safety Officer on 27th Oct 2011

A moderate gathering with even Jim Fulton (whom, more of later) and the Safety Officer, not known for gracing us with his presence away from the guerilla warting sub-sub section outings. The route took us up a new footpath from the dam up towards Holdsworth  and then, using a degree of local knowledge, to Kirk Edge and Onesmoor trig where whisky was consumed in the almost tropical conditions. From here, a more or less standard descent into High Bradfield, alongside the reservoir and then up towards the source of the Limpopo. It was around here that Mr Fulton managed to detach himself from the posse (despite us waiting for some length of time for him to appear!!) and probably, although we will never be able to verify this, followed the route of the Dungworth race despite there being a well known short cut. His response upon being asked where he had got to was short and to the point!! ps rumour has it that there will; be some warts garments available for viewing and purchase next Wednesday

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posted by WillyK on 21st Oct 2011

A starry starry night and a good turnout for a surprisingly orderly traverse of Houndkirk Moor, down and up to Totley trig, a bit of messing around in tussocks en route to Burbage Edge, and a gentle canter back to the vehicles. Good to see Roy G back in circulation and two or three other new faces.

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posted by WillyK on 12th Oct 2011

Somewhat disconcertingly, there was a good deal of talk of maps and the use thereof, which slowed progress markedly in the first half of our jaunt. Fortunately no-one seemed able to spot Bamford stone circle on their bits of dampening paper, so we were left to fall back upon Andy's native cunning soon enough and, to some considerable whooping, our great leader was the first to alight upon this oft bypassed antiquity. Thereafter there was more route marching to Hordron stone circle and thence back via the bus shelter and some quite appalling tussocks and bog (for those foolish enough to follow your correspondent). All in all, quite pleasant in a wet and wind-blown kind of way - and at a little over 9 miles, rather more effort than most of us had anticipated.

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Thanks are due to Dave S for the track (including brief extension down the Redmires Road).

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posted by The Safety Officer on 29th Sep 2011

A sub tropical night with temperatures more reminiscent of mid summer in the south of France. 27 runners set off on this inaugural 2011/12 warts runs. There was an unusual sense of agreement about the route! Normally we have at least 10 minutes argument prior to any warts run but this time it was agreed that we climb Fairbrook Naze, across the bog to Kinder Gates and then to Redbrook top. A precipitous descent took us to somewhere near, well actually quite a bit above, Mermaid's Pool but, hell, it was near enough. The first whisky of the year and raspberry truffles were consumed in this sub-tropical paradise. After this it was straight back via the other Redbrook with much fragmentation of the group, a worrying portent for future runs!

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