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.
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 ...
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
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.
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.
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!
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.
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