A small contingent met at Broomhead Hall including an injured Capt. Harmer who opted for a gentle walk. Not content with the usual run, young Berzins decided to take us on a tour of the nether regions of this part of the World. First stop via the girders was the pond, then the ruin below Pike Lowe and then towards a tin shack somewhere under Wet Stones, complete with picnic tables! A stunning little spot and one which is bound to be a checkpoint on the night race! Then a steady jog back via Flint Hill and the gamekeeper track via the Deakin Stone and back to the cars at full sprint. A beautiful night's running
End of another season. Perhaps, after such a spendid Warting last week in the Upper Derwent - mist/bogs and all, the Stepping stones of Bamford would not compete, however a good night in Jarvis clough and environs, even if the 2nd stone circle proved elusive. This year another night race (odin's mine) entered the fray, and climbing up the Ramparts of Mam Tor got everyone going - Rob Moore was so excited he flung himself of the Scree Descent. The Long Cakes returned and offered good sport, and route choice. The Winter began challenging - with thoughts of last years Snow but after the Carols conditions generally were benign. The low point of the season was Thurlstone, good beer - but no Andy Plummer, which was the reason for going; fellow Warts in confusion kept asking me was that the A628, the a616 - or even the M1 ahead as we took in the field and paths of the area. It did get a lot better the following week. Thanks to Farmer Pete we climbed steeply out of his farmyard where 30 runners had parked up and over to Ouseldon to enjoy the crag and rocks, meandered over to Green Clough and to Alport castles. The sight of the string of lights descending steeply of the castles, on a frosty night, was magical. The tensions between running Warts (paths) and HogWarts (heather/tussocks) continued to be played out - and no doubt will again in the year ahead - keeping the spirit alive! New season will start again mid September. As last year a summer programme of occasional Warting will take place, an obvious one being Kings Tree - for those not racing at Bamford. Any suggestions for venues for 2011-12 gratefully received. All the best, Andy (Captain Harmer).
An excellent run, ably led by Bob from Yorkshire Bridge over to Stanage Edge. No clag to contend with, and I don't think anyone got lost, although we managed to not find the second stone circle, which is par for the course. I think Clive may have been heading towards it when we decided to head for home. Cracking descent to Bamford New Road for those who returned via the edge, a much less entertaining route back for the rest by Bamford Clough, mill and railway track. Clocks go forward this weekend so onto the summer timetable!
Thick fog at the Barrel, kudos to Moz for cycling out there. We all knew that the only way to navigate in those conditions was to keep continuous map contact, so in true Warts style the map stayed in the back pocket, apart from a few panics when we really felt we needed to know where we were. The gps plot looks less like a spider had run all over it than I expected, but we made a spectacular 180 degree error on Offerton Moor, and were thrown completely off line by respecting a no access sign on Eyam Moor - that'll teach us.
A swiftish reverse running of the Thornbridge race with a distinctly unscenic whisky stop at the bottom of the steep (de)ascent. Andy M would like it formally recorded that he redeemed his performance of a fortnight ago by producing a Tallisker filled hipflask this week. Star performance of the night however goes to Roy Small, who arrived resplendent in dayglo cycling clobber at the pub, having cycled out from Sheffield. Cap'n Harmer would've been appalled on so many different levels.
Many thanks and a very happy birthday to Dave B for treating us all to 40th b'day beer in the George in Castleton by way of a restorative subsequent to trailing Dave Holmes and Andy Moore on the longest and possibly fastest Wart of the season via Hollins Cross, Ringing Roger and Mam Tor. The whisky stop was distinguished by Andy's offering of Tia Maria - or possibly Bailey's. No-one was quite sure, but it certainly wasn't whisky. Mild and occasionally claggy, and a good turn out all round. Whilst we pounded rather more tarmac than is traditional, the shorter alternative visited a pond, we are told. No doubt a second track will be along in due course for comparative purposes.[/caption] The 18 strong group of those who felt that Dave's call of Ringing Roger & Grindslow Knoll seemed a bit over ambitious did visit the unnamed pond above the Edale Road, then Mam Tor and a few steep hillsides thereabouts. An exciting moment when some rocks were dislodged and headed towards Mr Harmer at high speed fortunately caused no damage. An excellent pub after, made all the better by the free round, thanks Dave.
An interesting night for Roy and myself - all going well until we lost the pack on the way to Margery Hill in some clag, and unwittingly drifted off left, ending up running East. By the time we realised it was a bit late but we corrected and went South on a bearing, having nothing visible to navigate by. Frustratingly, having seen the track later, we nearly reached Margery, but I was convinced we'd overshot, which is probably why we managed to cross the Cut Gate path on the way back without realising. Fortunately the Derwent Valley is a big target to aim for... P.S. (Friday) Just been for a 'run' up Parkin Clough. I think Roy should have found a deep bog and left me to the Outer Edge crows, so when the cull of the old and infirm starts... Here is the incriminating evidence:
Not sure how necessary the meeting was. Maybe it achieved something in clearing the air and teasing out where the problems lie. But I doubt that any of us enjoyed it. Can we now draw a line under it and get back to what matters? I think we all know where the dangers are, and so long as we don't start splitting into factions the club should be able to accommodate the range of views. I'll offer to deliver on what I suggested and organise a series of "Summer Sharpeners" in the Burbage/Stanage area to try to spice up some of the Sportsman evenings.
Hi Warts, Just a note about Wednesdays consultation meeting;for most Warts the outing on a Wednesday is pure magic, a real sense of getting away from work/the city and great camaraderie - whatever the weather. The Alport Castle outing says all there needs to be said. However over the years the outing has changed, Hallam bog great as it is has lost its charm when the big hills/darkness/and even rougher ground attracts. Hopefully the meeting will not be too acrimonious - and all should speak out but there are differences of opinion, which sadly have become polarised, and friendships frayed.The program this year attempted to marry some of the differences i.e. running near the Club hut/Sportsman so we could meet other club members and support the pub, however there are some of the group who will search out the big hills whenever they can – should they let others know of a similar mind,or does it become exclusive? What obligations have the Warts to the rest of the club who run on a Wednesday - or the Sportsman - your views are important. On a wider level, affecting the summer program, are there similar issues - and is that a matter for the A.G.M and not Warts - with the clocks changing at the end of March these matters are pressing. Willy-John-Dave all need to know so that good/clear communications exist. Andy. Dave Holmes adds: I’m sure we’ll discuss things amicably and constructively at the meeting – no more frayed friendships. But I’m concerned if we’re being asked to consider a significant migration from The Sportsman. The pub has been our home since the club was formed. Newer members may not realise that we ran exclusively from The Sportsman until Yorkshire Water objected to our traditional “trespass” route round the dams. We then initiated the mixed “home and away” calendar that has since operated successfully for over 20 years. It’s only one man’s view, but I think switching to an “away and away” calendar would be very regrettable and would raise issues for the whole club. Rather than make a long and tedious speech at the meeting, I’ll set out here why I think The Sportsman is important to us. People can of course agree or disagree, and I am sure we will hear a range of views. But here, in no particular order, is what I think The Sportsman does for Dark Peak:
It's now possible to view the elevation profile of a run, as long as a map is displayed, by clicking the new button underneath the map. It also shows the distance, for those who want to know how slow a Warts run can be. Please allow time for the graph to be displayed, it has to get the data from Google, but any problems let the webmaster know. My favourite browser at the moment is Chrome, it seems the fastest by some distance, but this should work in most browsers. For those posting maps, there is now no need to add a separate line for the elevation plot...
Having missed the Margery Hill start - dimwit - I took the opportunity to pick up Neil and Pete's lunch box clues, which in turn afforded the opportunity to reacquaint myself with a couple of the more idiosyncratic sections of the Landmarks route. You'll all no doubt be delighted to learn that the LIMM 2000 t-shirt, courtesy of Hawley tyres, still hangs proudly from the tree on Wyming Brook Knoll; though after a two year tenure, the hanger it is attached to seems to be faring better than the garment itself. I've made careful note of the 6.45pm start time and have no intention of missing this one too.
In the absence of Capt. Harmer, the upstart and formerly respected fell-runner David Holmes took the role of leader upon himself. An auspicious start, straight into the farmer's garden was followed by a field run, a forest run and then a very "shitey" climb to the trig point. On the way up, we lost Messrs. Holmes and Hawley, the remainder deciding to have a whip round to pay for Capt Harmer's physio bill, such was the mood of despair! He compounded this by getting lost almost immediately after the trig point. However....the second half of the run took us back to our roots, true Harmersesque values were restored as we battled our way up to Pike Lowe and then back via the girders. So all in all, we agreed, not a bad run really
A considerable bunch of hardy souls set out on this cool and windy night, most went clockwise but I and a few others sensed that the anti-clockwise route would be advantageous! How wrong we were..... I'm afraid that it has to be mentioned that Mr Holmes missed the checkpoint below Higger Tor by some few hundred yards (and this from a man who has complained bitterly in the past when someone has simply run past a checkpoint without touching it!). However, disregarding this attempt to gain a very unfair advantage by a formerly respected runner, the course was fast and demanded a very high level of navigational skill (a euphemism for bleedin' impossible), e.g. the chimney, the ruin near the end and the rain guage in the pitch black, hence the meanderings shown on the map! Results
A perfect cool, clear night for a run. 29 of us started from a new venue, straight up onto the top the over to Ouzeleden Clough (shades of the Crookstone Crashout), then out via Cote Clough and lots of heather bashing. From there the main group went to Green Clough but 3 of us wimped out and went direct to the edge. Sadly the 3 who took the short route missed out on the climb of Alport Tower, no doubt tales of that to come... Then a quick run back to the farm before a refresher in the Ladybower. Full route - thanks to Clive for remembering to start his watch -
The Northern Warts surpassed themselves this evening, making a special trip to Andy Plummer's Huntsman Arms in Thurlstone, only to find the landlord away on holiday. Perhaps next year we should warn him in advance of our plans. Having waited unnecessarily for Ash to fail to materialise - neither late nor at all - we were treated to a diet of muck, tracks and pot-holed tarmac ("very dangerous", Master Harmer opined). To be fair, there was also some heather, gorse, bracken and a quarry or two, but as Dave B observed, it became clear over the course of the run why no-one from PFPR deigned to join us - they evidently know better than to do anything so foolish as to run from Penistone and environs. A fine session in the pub afterwards nonetheless, a select but decidedly stalwart gathering, and good to see Jan and Martin too. Jan's forthcoming Streak in the Peak, prior to his NZ adventure, has clearly grabbed the imagination of a number of Warts ... see you all there a week on Saturday?
The calendar suggests that the S. Warts could run from the Sportsman, if Thurlstone is too far to get to for 7pm, but a suggestion of running from the Grouse (Froggatt), which we were unable to reach in the snow earlier this winter, has met with approval. So we will be at the Grouse for an 18.45 start. Please don't fill the car park; there may not be too many of us this time but leave plenty of space for other customers, parking on the road if necessary.
A group of some 25 met at Low Bradfield car park for the first of the new year's warts runs. All was well and the group ran in perfect unison to the top of Agden Rocher in benign conditions. At this point, the Captain issued his orders, which many distinctly heard as going to the stile, crossing the road, running along the plantation and then down the new path to the top of the Canyards, whereupon we were going to enter said wilderness and battle our way through brambles, neck high bilberry etc and so on. However, a worrying split took place with Mr Harmer deciding to suddenly split with the main group and lead a renegade group onto the road and thence onto open moorland via some easy going path. This was the last that we (the real warts) saw of them until Emlin. The real group went down into the Canyards, enjoying the full experience of this unique area and with some amazing navigational expertise which, frankly, the club should be eternally grateful for (by Ian Winterburn and me, naturally), many others would have simply sat down and resigned themselves to an early death, found our way back to the road at Bar Dyke! Ever onwards, the real group ran up the Dukes road to Hurkling Stones and then via more neck high vegetation to Emlin, where we met up with the "splitters". Much whisky and back slapping later, we found ourselves back at the cars and thence to the Nag's Head.
Daves B, McG and I, forgetting it was a Wednesday night, happened upon the Sportsman for a pint or three last night; so imagine our surprise to be confronted with Messrs Westgate and Musson enjoying a quiet pint on their own in the corner. They advise that they'd journeyed in the company of Clive Last and son (over from Oz?) to the pole, High Nebb and back via some bog and disorienting clag. Only one roadie, by contrast, Simon Bacsich we believe ("tall chap with a tache") ... who, finding himself to be Billy no Mates with road shoes, thought better of the exercise option and b*ggered off home. Warts 4, Roadies 0. See you all for a Happy New Year's pint in Bradfield next Wednesday, assuming we all survive the intervening Birthday Runs.
A big turnout for the annual carol singing at the Headstone. A cold, dry evening. Capt. Harmer issued a challenge for the way back...to find the elusive hole in the woods which had proved so elusive on our previous meanderings around Ocean View. The top of Ocean View was duly conquered and we set off in a westerly direction guided by our trusty hounds and ended up lost again... in the woods as I recall, when we shouldn't have been! Up steps young Berzins with a knowing smile and much to certain people's annoyance, led us straight to the said hole/crater. Duty done, we set off back to the pub. Lucy attempted to break the odd bone by slipping and falling on the ice but alas, there was no Safety Officer to help out, just when he was needed! Otherwise uneventful.
A classic warts run in many ways. Strines ridge via the (very damp) boundary stones route to Derwent Edge, down to the packhorse bridge and up to Pike Lowe for whisky, nothing much else to say really. Then Lost Lad and back to the pub although some did deem it necessary to visit Black Holes, beats me why. The lack of the safety officer and the presence of Ruth was the cause of some early concern but as a group, we managed the weather this without any apparent mishaps. The pub was as always, very welcoming and the beer up to its high standard. Oh...and apologies to Jim and Guy for leaving them behind at the start, it happens to the best of people (see Bradwell run!)
Another very cool warts' run! Lots of fun wading through thigh deep snow at 45 minute a mile pace, at one point we did break into a run but only when we were on the ROAD! Yes, Yes it's true, our leader sanctioned a mass run down the road from Higger Tor! To be fair, the alternative of slogging through more thigh deep snow would have meant that the pub would have been closed. We did finish with a "burn up" through Lady Canning's but that was little consolation!
LATEST: Southern Warts by road to Grouse now cancelled.
If locals wish to run up under their own steam and meet for a pint there around 7.30pm, then please post a comment below and/or email the webmaster. It looks as though there will be no takers for this, so don't expect anyone there unless you make sepecific arrangements.
Northern Warts run from Upper Midhope has been cancelled. A group of us will be running from my house, 615 Loxley Road, at 6.30. Tim T has suggested that we then rendezvous in the Rivelin Valley at 6.45 before attempting to run to the Sportsman for a pint, (see his comment below). Sounds a nice idea to me. Views? Dave H, 11:45
From Tim Tett (not strictly Warting but relevant):
Given the weather, many people won’t be able to get up to the Sportsman tonight - in a car anyway. So as a suggestion I am going to run up to the pub from home via Rivelin, have a pint, and run home again. If anyone wants to join me from the S6 area I will be at Hollins Bridge in Rivelin at 6.45. This will allow the Warts run from Dave Holmes house to join in if they wish. I’ll wait for 5mins or so in case anyone is running late (sorry for the pun). Hope to be at the Sportsman for 7.30- 7.45 and leave again around 8.15. If anyone wants to organise a similar run from other parts of Sheffield you can email our the webmaster or just turn up at 7.30’ish from wherever.
I will endeavour to make Tim Tett's rendezvous, leaving Crookes at 6.30pm. If anyone cares to join me (Willy), email
See also news page for thoughts from Gavin & Andy Moore.
Whilst not claiming to be the official warts run, Andy Harmer, Tim Hawley and me (Chris Barber) met at Dave Holmes house and promptly left him as he was going to do a "road" run to the Sportsman. We, however, took the hearty option and ran up the Common, along the top, to Holdsworth and then down and across to Dungworth and thence back to the Robin Hood pub, which...was bleedin' well closed!
Ha! Serves you right for being such miseries. Those of us of a more sociable disposition, (John Gunnee, Dave Sugden, Paul Sanderson and me, Dave Holmes), headed down the Loxley Valley to the Rivelin, where we found Lucy, Willy and Tim running round looking for us. United, the group then had a magical run up the valley, past picturesque weirs and frozen millponds, then a grind up the snowbound Blackbrook and along the windblown edge above the Rivelin Dams. A slog through thigh-deep snow in the last field, and suddenly we were in the Sportsman with friends who'd battled from various different directions. These included an unmoustached Mr Westgate, who took some stick from his fellow Movemberists for premature shaving. Two pints later we donned winter garb again, bade farewell to Jill, Harry and the locals and reversed down the Rivelin via two whisky stops. A slog through unbroken snow through the fields to Nethergate, and suddenly we found ourselves in front of a woodburner at the top house with pints of Tetleys in our hands. An impromptu snowball fight with some overexcited locals, a glissade down the Loxley Lunge plunge, and next thing we knew we were over the one-man bridge and back home. A wonderful evening, and the strangest "road run" I'll ever do in my life. Photos to follow when I get home to the camera. GPS of the alternative miserabilists' route below...
A sure sign of the increasing average age of the Warts can be seen when we choose to drive a part of the way to the destination when in days of yore, we would have thought little of running all the way! So we drove to Redmires and ran from there, the usual route with the odd bit of tr****ss. There were a number of virgins in the group, all of whom were suitably deflowered in the moderately cold and in places, quite deep water. Some may ask, why we do it, to which the reply, as always, because it's there! A little bit of excitement ensued upon our exit when two loyal Hathersage residents/busybodies, berated us at length for tr******ing! Clearly he was quite a shrewd fellow, as he did refer to Mr Holmes as a dickhead, or were we collective dickheads, we'll never know. To avoid further encounters, we fought our way to the top of the hill and thence via Callow Bank to the waiting cars. A "cool" night with the odd snow flurry! I would post the map up but well...you know....
A cool evening, some 25 or so warts started off including a new boy (from Nottingham, I think). Capt. Harmer with his authority duly restored, led us up the long thrash via the cabin to Madwoman's stone (should this be singular or plural to encompass all that gender?). From here a true Harmeresque thrash across the moor to Druid's Stone and then Dave Holmes and Al Ward duly led us off in the wrong direction again, he'll be going for the hat-trick next week. Fortunately the more sensible of us realised this and found 444/442 without any undue problem. From here it was a simple stroll up to Crookstone Knoll, down to the car and to the pub!
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