From nought to zero, in 3 months…

Good morning to you

I hope this finds you fit, well and in finest pre-festive fettle.
Aiming for a non War & Peace style blog today.

Apologies in advance for some profanity use. I’ll stick a pound in the swear box. A bit f@cked off with the world am I just now.
Everything has been slipping and has gone off a cliff to be honest.
Here goes:

Two ways to ingest this bobbins!

I have had a Blog reader (there is one out there) who asked if this could be in audio format? Would that make it a podcast? I am not sure.
Just a spoken word version, with maybe a few more words and no photos.

What do you, the reader, think?

Keeping it simple, I could do a parallel Youtube video version, or there are podcast platforms available, which may make it a more professional listening experience.

I don’t know?
I am happy to give the people what they want!

Please let me know in the comments, by email: ladfromtad:gmail.com or by Whatsapp. If there is demand, I will do it 🙂

Trick or treat?

Another Halloween, this time trick or treating in York with Valentina and her school mates. The highlight was when one OTT house, complete with tombstones and skeletons half buried in the soil had a fox crossing at the exact minute we went there, it was so realistic, as it was in fact real!

Tad’s finest Halloween (& Christmas) house was looking mighty fine too, we swung by on the way home.

The wheels have fallen off.

May-June-July – On top of the world, on top of my game.
August – Take a breather after the Lakeland 50, regroup fro back end of season.
September-October-November – Everything is a crock of sh!t and/or has turned to sh!t.

Running, especially running on the fells is my life.
Does that mean I “identify” as a fellrunner?
I am not sure? If I lost both my legs tomorrow, probably not.

Am I about to pull on a GB vest? No.
Am I ever likely to be mentioned in Championship despatches? No.
Do I place a tremendous amout of time, energy and passion into the sport I love? Yes.

It is what I do, it is what I have always done, ever since my PE Teacher told me to “just run as many laps as you can, and then next week, run some more” and the Kentmere Pike Race in 1986 just opened me eyes completely, since then I have loved it and it is something I hope I can do until I am an old man, with grey hair, a grey beard, a knackered bumbag and very short shorts!

I got injured in August, sought professional help and started a good rehab programme, which involved A LOT of S&C. On top of this, I was already doing a lot of flexibility. However, not much running (& only a touch of cycling).
I got stuck into the strengthwork and scratched out all the races.
3 years ago I would have done anything to avoid gymwork, but now I bloody well love it 🙂
A runner who cannot run is not a good person to be about.
However, if you can “cross train” (swim, gym, bike, anything that releases the oh-so-addictive endorphins, it’s a good enough compromise.
So, having only run about half a dozen times since September, I was doing 6-7 sessions of S&C per week and feeling stronger than ever, albeit not especially fit.

A comeback was looking possible…


I did run a race with Lina. The Shepherd’s Skyline, a cracker of a Pennine race from near Todmorden, up and down the iconic Stoodley Pike, on a day of all 3 seasons (not sure there is a summertime in Tod?) Especially the wet, wet, wet season. We arrived early. It was raining, 30mins later, it was raining and blowing, 15 mins later/15mins to go, it was raining and blowing harder.
People were wondering “Is a warm up actually going to warm me up, or just get me drenched through before the start?”


Then, suddenly, as if by magic, the clouds parted, the taps were turned off and for a good hour, it was dry, then the rain (which felt like hail) came, but by then it was over. A great day out, steady stuff but great fun.

Then

Valentina got the lurgy from school, then Lina got the lurgy from Valentina, then after 5 days of resisting it by drowning myself in vitamins, holding my breath and washing my hands 27,000 times a day, I copped for it.

On day 1 of the start of the comeback.

I had cycled in to work, ran home and life was good, but the lurgy had different ideas.
Had it been normal flu, I would have just sucked it up, but this was a bloody awful malaise:
A constant headache that felt like walking into a solid wooden overhead hanging sign (which has happened to me) on the back of 15 pints of Stella (or heaven forbid, 15 pints of Carling Premier!)
A racking cough, that never stops, even with cough medicine.
A feeling like I has been run over by a HGV, several times.
Streaming nose and more mucus than it is possible to imagine.
Ribs hurt from coughing fits, back hurts from coughing fits.
Sitting down hurts, lying down hurts, standing up hurts.
Counting down the minutes until I can have some more paracetamol.
Anyhow, there are people far worse off, suck it up!
I don’t get ill often, but I have flashbacks to Long Covid of 2022 and that horrible Peris Plague last September, that wrote off last year.
Vitamin C & D, give me endless vitamin C & D

The BIG bill.

There is always one bill that catches you out. Car MOT, a new boiler, or something else, equally as dull/uninspiring. An oversight by me, my bank and a benefactor meant I suddenly had to sell everything of value, to cover this “missed” bill.
So, amongst other things (all of which I had saved up for) the bike and turbo trainer and some (not all) climbing gear had to go into the ebay funnel, and it has been bloody hard graft. Not as hard as making money on Vinted though, flogging pair of shorts for £2 (“Will you take £1.27”) reminiscent of a carboot sale. Bill now paid & some clutter gone!

(Whenever I write one of these blogs, I always go back through my photos since the last blog, to jog my memorty, but it pretty much entirely stuff I have sold on, hence the drought of pics in the blog).

FKT news.

In the world of FKTs (fastest known times, basically records) a new FKT was set recently.
The John Musgrove Trail FKT was decimated by a 35 year old Fireman and part time Cobbler, Mr. Charlie Barker. Mr Barker once played football for Crawley Town.
John Musgrove was the first Devonshire man in space, and when he returned from his trip with NASA, he felt restless and just started walking, linking up local beauty sport such as Maidenscombe, Cocklington, Brixton, Totnes and Dittisham.
Mr. Barker was quoted as saying “ბედნიერი ვარ. ” (I am happy) when interviewed by the Torbay Times. He prefers to use his native tongue of Gerorgian, when performing interviews.

Mr. Barker, we salute you!

O.C f#cking D

Sometimes it takes you a while for the penny to drop!
About 53 years in my case.

I used to share a house with a mate.
His “thing” was checking.
Plugs, gas oven, toaster, lights, door locks…
All perfectly rational things to check, as they potentially stop your house from burning down or getting burgeled, or both!

(I know someone who once went away for the weekend and came home to find they had left their grill on! I would never leave the house again!)

At the time, I thought it had kind of “rubbed off” on me, as I became semi-obsessed with checking locks and doors. Even if I knew it was locked I “had to” check, otherwise my mind would race with the possibilities of the world ending through me not locking my front door. (IF I did check, thinking a door was locked and it wasn’t, it meant that proceedings would be delayed, as I checked, checked and checked again).

Other people have it with washing their hands (fine until they touch a dirty door handle!) Or towels being straight (David Beckham). I knew a guy who had a strict warm up routine and if he was interrupted, he would have to start all over again. People used to interrup him on purpose, to see how long before he exploded!

One day I just thought “This is stupid”. I check once, ad that is it!
I thought that was it, OCD gone, until a conversation with a friend about the same topic and they pointed out all my OCD traits.
F#ck me!

Drinking ✔️
Running ✔️
Training ✔️
Not giving up on a process/relationship/job when it is clearly not working ✔️

The O part of OCD absolutely doesn’t care what it obsesses or is obsessed about, as long as it is something.
The C is in bed with the O, so the same goes for that sucker.
The D part is the bad boy, as it is a disorder, a defect in the brain.
That is the fecker that keeps coming back.

The thing is it’s like an “All-or-absolutely-nothing-at-all” switch.
Almost like longer durations versions of fads and crazes.
Things I was obsessed about previously: Beer, Horseracing, some types of music, travel, clothes, giving a sh!t about what people thought, are all just things I simply don’t care nor even think about these days.
All were the most important part of my life at some point, only to be replaced by something else and to disappear.

I am told this all part of OCD behaviour. The thing I thought was just checking my door was locked.

Don’t get me wrong, used well, it can get you a long way. It is just the delicate balance of what is the limit and what is too much.

Like an imposed dictator in a power vacuum, my only worry is what will replace running/exercise in my Magic Roundabout life, if I don’t get moving and back in the groove soon?

K-Pop-non-stop.

With the lack of running, racing and mountains, it has been a very quiet quarter. The one brilliant highlight of a day was when the youngster had a Baker Day and I swung a day off work, we cooked up a plan, there was zero worth watching at the flicks and the weather was a bit crap to go sea fishing.

Valentina is well into all things Korean (south!)
Especially the music and culture, so as neither of us had ever tried Korean food, we thought we’d go into York to investigate.

First stop a Korean supermarket, where I embarassed the young ‘un with my earwigged 3 words of Korean from her Duolingo. I used to live almost entirely on cheapo packet noodles, but gave them up completely years ago.
One more packet. We had them for tea, but I felt guilty and have now given them up for good!

Then we braved The Shambles (which I realised, being the anti-tourist that I am, I had never been to). A strange old street with peculiar numbering meant it took a while to find the place, “Omoni House”. Quiet, simple, good service and tasty tucker.

We never, ever go out for meals these days, apart from birthday fish and chips, so it was nice to have a little day out together. (This was before “The Big Bill!” Otherwise it would have just been packet Ramon noodles!)

Raiders round up

4 weeks to go until the first (friendly) game of the new season.

The Championship is wide open.
York, Bradford Northern and Toulouse have all been promoted to Superleague.
I personally feel Bradford deserve a shot in the big league, it would be great to see the Bradford of old, with their terrifyingly massive pack.
Toulouse are class. Not sure if a French team works logistically, but Toulouse and Catalan bring a bit of garlic flair to the superleague!
I have mixed feelings about York. It is a great stadium, it will be brilliant to see the big guns there and it’s good for the city, but there have been some underhanded tactics in the admin side of things, but that is my own personal opinion!

So back in the Championship, how will it pan out?
Barrow have history, passion and support.
They have potential, will they realise it?

And finally

There are people in life who are dog people.
If you have a dog, or have had a dog, chances are you are a dog person.
There are also cat people, budgie people, fish people and rats/snakes/spiders/iguana people.
Cats are pretty much idependent and basically do what the f””k they want (including letting you stroke them, then without warning, dig their claws into you for no reason).
I have kept fish, it’s very relaxing, but they only really get giddy when you feed them, and it didn’t matter if I fed them, or anyone, else, Michael Fish, Metal Mickey, Kayne West or Fred West fed them, it would make little difference. They wouldn’t remember anyway.

Back to dogs. A dog is part of the family, a loyal friend, if you have a good day at work, your dog will be happy to see you, if you have a crap day at work, your dog will be happy to see you, and that is why dogs rock and the reason that there is a special bond.

We have always had (family) dogs. You shouldn’t have favourites, but Meg (Chocolate Labrador) and I were best buddies. She loved eating, running and being daft. She was undecided about camping, (sheep outside the tent used to wind her up!) She would set off on a run at 100mph, regardless if it was a 1 mile run or 10 miles.
Tragically, she got cancer, too young, and was taken away way too early.

After Meg, we had Molly. Molly was ace.

Another Chocolate Labrador, with a huge heart. Valentina and her were inseperable, especially during the pandemic. Their birthdays were one day apart.. They used to spend hours outside, just sat, (Valentina doing most of the) talking. Molly suddenly got a condition called Twisted Gut and sadly had to be put to sleep. It was a dark time and the hardest thing I have ever had to do, telling Valentina that her soul mate had gone. RIP.

Jacob Tonkin is one of the most likeable people in fellrunning, “The Fellrunner’s Fellrunner” and one of my favourite fellrunning friends. This is his story about George.
It has been hugely popular with lots of different people.
Please take the time to watch it, preferably on a screen bigger than your phone!

That’s all for now folks!

Johnny

p.s. Sorry for my whingeing. More positivity next time!

Autumnal

Good morning folks

I hope you are in fine fettle.
A month after my departure from the “socials”, I do sometimes feel as if I am living on the moon.
Plus points: Way more time, less distraction.
Minus points: I miss videos of overexcited dogs smashing up houses, on Instagram.



Autumn, I will be honest, is not my favourite time of year.
“I love the changing colours of autumn” said no colourblind person, ever!
In addition, it is merely a prelude to the inevitable winter, a season I just cannot wait to get through!

Summer was absolutely ace though, so I cannot grumble too much.

A busy old month, summarised concisely below…

(We had a house inspection and had this visitor pop in 2 days before. I rebelive in Father Christmas if this fat fecker can squeeze down a chimney! Took some catching and cleaning up).


Grisedale Horseshoe

Last year, on the hottest day of the year, I ran probably my best race in recent years (until I went wrong and got lost after the final checkpoint, but we will gloss over that minor detail). I ran a pitched battle against a mate from Bingley Harriers, who I can just about beat if I am running at my best. As it happens, he went the right way and I ended up lost in head high bracken.

Fast forward to this year, the conditions were very different.
Windy, claggy and cold. Proper Lakes weather.
I wasn’t racing as I was running as Tail-end Charlie Sweeper.
A much smaller field and a much faster pace, even at the back.
(The back runners ran the first “segment” faster than I raced it last year so Strava told me, on what was to be my last outing on the app).

As sweeper I had to collect all the checkpoint “dibbers”, a device which has all the unfolding race information. Runners “dib” at each checkpoint, which shows their progress and finishing times, the dibbers are basically converted smartphones, which I had to guard with my life until eventually all 6 devices were collected as they bounced and jostled about in my bumbag to the finish.

(Back in the day, race organisers used bread tags with the runner’s number on, which were kept on a huge safety pin clipped to your shorts, and then at each checkpoint you would frisbee your tag at some poor marshall who would then thread the tags onto a long piece of metal cable, thereby determining the order of each runner at each part of the race. Simpler but more complicated/laborious times!)

I made friends with a cool lass from Wigan, who was coincidentally coached by a friend of mine. So for a very short period in the middle of the race, we had a mini party on the fells, before the roller coaster ride up and down St. Sunday Crag and the up and down of thecruel last climb of the race and a sumptious buffet at the end!

A top day out organised by the fine folk at Achille Ratti CC.

Crocked-ish?

At the back end of a competitive season which seemed to evaporate the minute I crossed the line of the Lakeland 50, I currently find myself in that land that no runner wants to be in, the land where one cannot run as they are injured!

I have been juggling a veritable banquet of niggles all season, but a new one came out of the blue and slammed the brakes on training.
I am grateful for the fact that I have found a good Physio, who is guiding me back to the Promised Land! (Lee Mills Relays in 8 weeks, if everything goes to plan).

For now, it is time for as much S&C as I can physically manage and going into the Pain Cave, also known as my (recently cleared out) shed, on the road to nowhere on the Turbo Trainer.


Wish me luck!

Dw i’n dysgu Cymraeg!

After a brilliant mini break in Wales this summer, the frustration of only understanding 2 road signs (Araf & Allen) inspired me to jump on Duolingo to learn Welsh.

I have never used Duolingo before, it is a bit of fun. After a 14 day streak I grew a pair and tried it out on a real, live Welsh person, and realised that Duolingo positively flatters one’s progress. In addition, the free version does not include any speaking practice, so I am not sure I will ever get my tongue round the seemingly unpronouncable words in the Welsh lingo.

(i I am learning useful phrases like “I am not buying parsnips for Owen” and “I don’t like pineapple either!” I will surely go a long way. The Young One is learning Korean, which does make my Welsh look like a picnic!)

My head’s a shed!

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Phase I complete!
Back in 2013, a rushed house move meant I needed some storage space.
So My Dad kindly let me put up a shed at his place. It arrived unassembled in 1,000,000 pieces and it took us both a full and frustrating weekend to put up.
Then, another rushed house move, a move to Peru, a move back to Blighty, and the consumerist trappings of Western internet/mail order shopping filled it to the roof. Then another rushed house move and another shed at the new gaff, meant that I then had double trouble.
Now, after 3 car boot sales, a full time job selling on ebay and numerous trips to the charity shop and tip, I have finally emptied one shed and half cleared out the other.


It has been a 100% ballache, but in a satisfying way, worthwhile.
Maybe now I will get some of my weekends back.

Quiet please!

In a moment of madness I have signed up for a 7 day Silent Meditation and yoga course, in May 2026.

I have tried meditation, with mixed results.
I have tried Yoga, with disastrous results, (Zeta the Yogi lost her sh!t with me and my Yoga fecklessness!)
I have tried silence, and failed.



So, after a week I should be a Zen Master, or I may be sent home in disgrace on day 1…

“Can’t you!”

Do you ever think that general manners are on the decline?
Without sounding like my role model, Victor Meldrew, I do wonder sometimes.


I drive for a job, so I do see the worst in people (and the worst in driving).
People are late, people are stressed, people are full of self entitlement.



Last week I was parked up in York. A guy behind me parked up and disappeared, leaving me about 1ft of space behind. No problem, I was parked on the limit of where people could park, before double yellow lines.
Then a lady parked in the entrance to a business marked “No parking”, blocking me in completely.


I thought she must just be dropping someone off, so I waited a moment. It became apparent that she wasn’t so I got out to ask if she could move forward a tiny bit to let me out.
Me: “Excuse me, please could you just move forward a bit? I can’t get out”
Her: “Can’t you!” (more of a statement than a question, and then closed her window)

As I was in the works vehicle (emblazoned with work logos) & my uniform (jacket and top, also emblazoned with work logos), I couldn’t really say what I was thinking, so I took a deep breath and did a 57-point turn to get out.

Next May can’t come quick enough!

Raiders round-up.

The end of the season saw the mighty Raiders finish in 9th spot and York Knights (boooo) finish top. However, logic does not apply in rugby league and it looks like London (who finished below Barrow) will get upped into the Superleague!



A strange tick box matrix of finances, ground capacity, performances, fanbase, by the RL is what dictates “who goes up”. It is not simply a matter of finishing top of the league and getting promoted.

Imagine if they messed around with football in the same way?!

RIP Jimmy

October the 2nd was a difficult day.
I said goodbye and paid my respects to an old mate of mine, James Spencer.
Jimmy and I worked together at Little Chef. My first “proper” job. Little Chef was a brilliant job. Overworked, underpaid, but with awesome people.
A year younger than me, Jimmy had a way of making every moment an absolute laugh. Only the most cold-hearted supervisors at work didn’t smile when he was on shift.
He introduced me to Leeds Moutaineering Club, where we would plan trips on Tuesday nights at the Adelphi and have some riotous climbing weekends away.
When I used to ring him for a chat, his Dad would shout “It’s your camping buddy!”
We both had a love for horseracing and drinking!
As members of York Racecourse, we would never miss a meeting. Full all-dayers back to back, crazy times. I would work long shifts at Argos, Sweater Shop, Next Warehouse, Texas Homecare, any shitty second Christmas job (remember Argos, pre-internet) to earn enough spare cash for a Cheltenham trip in March.
We were both as daft as brushes together and would spend hours reciting Alan Partridge and Vic & Bob.
I could fill an entire blog and more on the ridiculous scrapes and antics we got up to. Every single occasion and consequent memory was a brilliant one.

Unfortunately, during the pandemic we lost touch, I don’t know how.
Every time I went past Garforth, I used to think “I must get in touch with Spen”, but I never did, until it was too late…

I received a text from his Fiancee telling me the sad, sad and unexpected news that he had passed away. Although I had not seen James for a few years, he was the kind of mate you would just pick up where you had left.

The Crematorium was packed. A very sad day. A unique character. He had a gift, a way of making people around him laugh, smile and feel at ease.
He was the only mate I had who I could mix with other groups of mates, as it impossible not to like him. Gone far too soon.

RIP me old camping buddy.

And finally

Hasta la proxima amigos.
Johnny

Lakeland 50 jollies.

Good morning

I hope you are in fine fettle and enjoying the (generally decent) summer weather.
At risk of this being an Ultrablog, I willl try my best to keep it concise.
Here goes!

Lakeland 50

A race that was originally entered with the intention of getting Lina in, and me running round with her, which resulted in me getting in, and Lina, not getting in.
(7000+ hopefuls enter the ballot, which has space for about 2000 lucky folk).


I did the Lakeland 100 in 2011, essentially for a bet!
It was much, much smaller then, and I rocked up to the start knowing very little about the world of Ultra running, to be surrounded by folk wearing long socks, sun visors and using walking poles.
Somehow, I got round in 31hrs and 55mins, joint 42nd place out of 221 starters. Not exactly setting the world alight, but it was my longest ever run by 50 miles. (The Lakeland 100 is 105 miles, and the Lakeland 50 is a shade under 50 miles, at least it was on my watch).

Lakeland 100: Coniston-Seathwaite-Boot-Wasdale-Buttermere-Braithwaite-Blencathra Centre-Dockray-DALEMAIN-Howtown Bobbins Mill-Mardale Head-Kentmere-Ambleside-Chapel Stile-Tilberthwaite-CONISTON.

The Lakeland 50 is just: DALEMAIN-Howtown Bobbins Mill-Mardale Head-Kentmere-Ambleside-Chapel Stile-Tilberthwaite-CONISTON.

So, fast forward 14 years and a week before (in fact for a full 11 months before) the race I was regretting my decision to enter as
a) It is a l-o-n-g race slap bang in the middle of the season, ruling out a lot of other more tempting summer fell races.
b) It is a trail race, not a fell race. Minor detail, but fell races are much more low-key, minimum jazz events, no inflatable hoops, nor booming beatbox music, Starbuck’s themes and “everyone is a legend” strapline.

Basically I was being a miserable git!

A friend pointed out that for 99.999% of the other runners, this was an annual pilgrimage, their world cup final and a weekend that they looked forward and prepped for, for 11mths, so I could either moan my way round, or perhaps try to enjoy it!

I will save you the step-by-step account and merely present you with the highs and lows.

Highs: Running with Mr. Jacob Tonkin as far as Mardale, the ridiculous crowd reception at Ambleside (which would have been a brilliant place to finish! I think there were about 3 people outside the dearly missed Lakes Runner in 2011), and ultimately the finish.

Lows: Losing JT at Mardale, open toenail surgery on Garburn Pass, nausea from Kentmere, a banana drought in general (not a euphemism).

Lina did a run out with the La Sportiva people the day before (& tested a pair of £190 shoes, which thankfully didn’t fit her) and the Youngster did “The Lakeland 1”, a mad dash one mile fun run around the school grounds, so it was an all-round sporting spectacle.

I had a repeat of the last 3 big runs I have done with nausea and a death-like feeling for hours afterwards, but did nothing different so that is to be expected!
I had wayyyyyy too much caffeine/Voom and got sick of gels too early on.
The only drama, apart from gallons of blood and pus from a once pristine model toenail, was a bloke in the dorm the night of the finish, who had had one too many sundowners and went for an extended piddle in the dorm. My overintake of Voom meant that I was wide awake until 5am anyway! (Which was a good job as my bags would have been drowned if I hadn’t grabbed them out of the danger zone).

Good weekend all in all 🙂

WARNING – TOE PIC ALERT!!!

Looks like my toe modelling career is on hold!

Summer holidays

Lakeland 50, A week in the Lakes, 4 days in sunny North Wales and another week in the Lakes.
Then…
A week sorting out the junk in my shed all geared towards a big car boot sale on the Sunday morning.

Lovely Langdale

I do love Langdale!


After the shock of Wasdale last month (camping everywhere, campfires, parking in passing places), in Langdale, despite its accessibility, people seemed to be behaving a bit better, with the exception of the ar$es who dumped a tent, 2 sleeping bags and a load of rubbish, smothered in tomato/BBQ sauce, wrapped up in the flysheet, weighed down with rocks and with all the poles deliberately snapped.

Since when was it ok to leave sh!t like this anywhere, let alone on a main path in the Lakes? (The answer is never).

Big HATS OFF to Josie & Raych for bringing it all down off the fell.

Managed to squeeze in a run with John M too. A recce of the new Three Shires route, great day out 🙂

The girls got some swimming in, with Josie and Raych (I held the towels, not or me thank you!)

Sin City.

Shoehorned an afternoon in Blackpool into the agenda.

Blackpool is a bit of a one-off place, it is Tat Central and perhaps lacking some of its former glory.

We did find a really cool place called “SHOWTOWN”, which is well worth a visit.

Then we went to the world’s busiest swimming pool, Sandcastle Water Park, and then back to the Lakes and then…

Cote d’Anglesey

Having been blindly loyal to the Lakes, a trip to North Wales seemed like going to a distant exotic land, and it was!

Bethesda is in between the mountains of Snowdonia and the sandy beaches of Anglesey, so on my birthday we did something I have never done on my birthday and went to the beach!

The next day we did a b-i-g tour of Snowdonia, humbled by 2 Korean bikers who had ridden from Korea!

Demon Hunters.

(Howzat for a segue!)

Modern music is generally sh!t, but that is only my opinon.
From the Leeds Festival ine-up I recognised 4 bands, but if they came in my lounge right now and started playing, I would not be able to name them or their songs!

Flashback to 1992 and we had festival line-ups like THIS!

Part of getting old is moaning at modern music 🙂

Anyhoooo.

The Youngster likes a wide mix of music, most of it is actually alright.
She has recently taken a liking to K-Pop, which is a whole new world to me.
The recent (Netflix) film “K-Pop Demon Hunters has become a favourite of her’s and we went along to the singalong at the cinema.

OH
MY
WORD!

I do like to watch a film in silence, but that was not an option 🙂
All the young ‘uns seemed to enjoy it anyway.

(It beats “Let it goooooooo” by a country mile in my eyes!)

Carbootland.

I was so traumatised by the wretched midwinter experience of a (very early) morning at Rufforth car boot sale in 2003 that I refused to go near one for 22 years. However, after a pain free morning at Thorp Arch car boot sale a few months back, I decided to return and managed to flog all manner of junk, to people whose houses must look like the interior of my shed(s).

It is always surprising what people buy (and also how low some will try to barter), but after shifting half of the tat I took, I had to resort to eBay and have sold the last thing I said that I would never sell, my double bass.

After 35 years, I have sold it on, for exactly the same amount that I paid for it, which means I got it for a bargain and I’m now giving away the crown jewels, or vice versa, either way it’s gone!

Steel Fell

The part where it starts to get real on the Bob Graham Round, which looks almost vertical from Dunmail Raise, but that is not the best way up!

The Steel Fell is one of the gems of the fellrunning world.
A straight up-&-straight-down 3 miles/5km midweeker with 1312ft/400m of climbing.
However, the treat wasn’t mine, it was for Lina!

Lina has done a few fell races now, but nothing in this league. There are absolutely no hiding places in a straight up and down.
She got bad cramp on the way up and suffered somewhat but smiled all the way down.

In the meantime the youngster and I had a good chinwag with Mr. Tonkin, Rachael May and Hector Robert.

Many thanks to Pete T for the brilliant photos 🙂

The Big Digital Reset

Dropping out into the digital wilderness!
Made a decision to come off the socials: Strava, Instagram and Facebook.

No Instagram means no more watching videos of dogs trashing houses.

I am not actually on FB, but do have an account for getting information about stuff.

Strava will be trickiest. I have been on it for years and it is an ingrained habit, but…

It is a distraction and it has to go.

Streamlining/simplifying my life and although the girls would be happy if I did follow my dreams to be a monk in Tibet, there are bills to pay, so in Taddy I shall remain!

So, dropping off social media, but writing an online blog is a bit of a paradox, but both ofmy readers seem keen to read whatever dribble I scribble. so the blog remains.

I recently re-read “Domestique” by Charly Wegelius and he shaved his hair off to avoid time wasted combing or washing his hair. He was so focussed on his training/racing/performance.

Is it time to hack off my mullet? 🙂

Raider’s round-up

A few tough games, that simply haven’t gone our way has plunged the mighty Shipbuilders from the dizzy heights of the upper table echelons down to (lower) mid table obscurity. Some gutsy, brave performances, but just not in our favour.

We did get to see the mighty Shipbuilders on a very soggy afternoon at York, but the Knights were just too strong in their defence.

Big news was the record achievement of coach, Paul Crarey.
(Snipped from the NWE Mail):

“Paul Crarey will register his 350th game as coach of Barrow, breaking Frank Foster’s record of 349, which has stood since 1983.Foster’s reign was unbroken, commencing in 1973, while Crarey’s achievement has come in two stages.

He was in charge from 2005 till 2007 and returned in 2014 taking over from Bobby Goulding until the current day.

Crarey has worked wonders over the years, when he came back, there was no money in the bank.

But like a trojan he steadily got to grips with matters along with then chairman David Sharp.Steve Neale and fellow directors came on board and Crarey went about the task of bringing Barrow back from the brink of death.
The same year Barrow won promotion to the Championship winning the play-off final before a crowd of over 3,000 against Whitehaven at Craven Park.
In the 2022 season, Crarey was named Championship coach of the year.”

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352 games in charge, good old Cresta!

With just 2 more games to go (Halifax at home and Sheffield away), we seem to be safe from the drop zone, so in the Championship we survive!

COYR

And finally

In the madness leading up to our Mongol Rally, when I was purely obsessing about the trip whilst working shifts, I saw this video.

GoPro cameras were in their infancy and there was still a bit of a “wow” factor about them, THEN the GoPro remote was released and being the marketing wizards that they are, the temptation to get one was huge.
(As one of the main plans for the rally was to make a film).

However, there were 2 small hiccups:
1) GoPro a troublesome and fiddly app and update, which affected their installation/operation. It was basically released in a rush, before it was ready,
2) You could not buy them for love nor money, as everywhere was out of stock.

Friday the 13th (of July 2012) was the deadline as that was when we were leaving.
With a week to go I managed to find a surf shop in Cornwall who seemed to have bought all of the UK stock, so I received mine on the Wednesday with 2 days to go.
After spending a morning trying frantically to get the bloody thing to connect to the camera and my phone app, at a time when I had a gadzillion other things to do, I gave in, throwing the blasted thing in a corner and it never made it on the trip, whilst we drove eastwards, the GoPro wizardry languished in a box of tangled cables and failed electronic dreams.

HOWEVER, if I had had the time, the patience, the budget and the know-how, THIS is what I could have created and it is pretty bloody awesome!

Hasta la proxima amigos 🙂
Johnny & the girls

p.s. This is my favourite song of all time and I would like everyone to dance to it at my funeral please 🙂

p.p.s. BYE ANDY 🙂

All roads lead to Wasdale.

Good morning folks

This is the latest hotch-potch round-up of happenings from the land of Tad.

A busy old month.

This is an extended 12″, apologies, get a brew!

Summer came (and stayed), the sun shone and shone and shone, to the point where hosepipes were banned and folk even did rain dances.

A month twinged with disappointment, as sadly the Youngster’s operation did not work. I was absolutely gutted for her, as she had been so brave, hadn’t moaned once and had bounced back well, but sadly that’s just the way it is sometimes.

We snook in a 24hr raid up to Langdale for a club BBQ. the girls went for a dip in Loughrigg Tarn, then I got equally as soggy on some hill reps near Blea Tarn.

Along with a few other sunny weekends away, July has been pretty awesome so far 🙂

Carry on camping.

All year Valentina’s school had been planning a big trip down to East Sussex, which is north of Eastbourne, west of Brighton and south of London. Not a manor I know well, but after a LOT of planning, prep and packing, everyone was ready.

Then it was cancelled, the day before 😦

Everyone was absolutely gutted.

So, we all rallied round and found an alternative. One of the class parents found a campsite near Scarboghorror that would take a group booking, so on the Friday, off we headed, to the (Yorkshire) East Coast, breaking all my own rules about never heading east on a sunny weekend!

All the kids were good as gold, the sun shone (although perhaps not as strongly as the wind blew), I squeezed in a sweaty run up to Ravenscar and back, and a good time was had by all, (including the greedy bloody Ticks! Never known a lowland place as riddled with the little Blighters).

Hopefully the class won’t think “Remember the time we didn’t go to East Sussex” but “Remember that awesome camping trip when we went to Scarbados”

Felix and the Green Machine!

(Great name for a band!)

A few months ago I was asked by a friend from Achille Ratti CC, if I would like to help out on his Bob Graham Round. (I run for Pudsey & Bramley AC, but I’m also a member of Achille Ratti Climbing Club, who along with other climbers, mountaineers and walkers, have a multitude of fellrunners from other running clubs).

Felix runs for Dark Peak Fell Runners, a BIG running club in Sheffield.
Every “longest day” weekend, DPFR organise “The Green Machine”, a logistical force of nature designed to get any club members round the Bob Graham Round, who fancy a crack at it. On this particular weekend there were 5 hardy souls attempting to enter the sub-24hr hall of 42 peaks fame!

Felix has only been running a few years but has already achieved some amazing results already; Old County Tops (twice), and a 3:30 Three Peaks to name but a few. So when he asked me to pace him, I hinted that he was too fast for me/I was too slow for him, but he said (in his ever-cheery manner) that it was just a big day out!

How could I resist?
Plus, to be a tiny non-DPFR cog in the mighty Green Machine was too good an opportunity to miss.

The club hired out a campsite at Thornthwaite (part way to Cockermouth, alongside Bassenthwaite). I got across the A66 just in time to see the Gran Depart, then it was back to camp, chat, faff and sleep.

The BGers set off Friday teatime, so whilst us campers were lounging about, they were tackling leg 1 (Skiddaw, Great Calva and Blencathra, with a very, very steep freefall to Threlkeld) and then leg 2 (Clough Head, all the Dodds, the Helvellyn range, Fairfield and Seat Sandal) and onto leg 3 (Steep old Steel Fell, the Langdale fells, Bowfell Esk Pike and all the Scafell Range).

Overnight we got the news that Felix was almost 2hrs up on schedule, so we headed over to Wasdale, to witness a rather heated bun fight at the NT car park. The longest day weekend is rush hour for “Three Peakers”, numerous groups all trying to summit the highest 3 peaks in the land. Wasdale doesn’t cope with it too well. There simply isn’t enough parking for a shedload of mini buses and trailers. By Wasdale most of the people tackling the Three Peaks will have been on the go most of Friday and through the night, so some folk are a little tetchy perhaps!

However, Felix soon arrived, had a lightning quick pit-stop and we were off, up the BGR Nemesis of many, Yewbarrow. A diminuitive but ridiculously steep peak climbing near vertically out of the car park!

This isn’t even thesteep side

“We” were Felix, myself and a top lad called Luke (another non Dark Peaker). The fact that both lad’s combined ages was less than mine worried me a bit, Luke had run LEJOG in 14 days, but leg 4 of the BGR is an absolute belter, the weather was good and spirits were high.

Yewbarrow, Red Pike (Wasdale, NOT Buttermere), out and back to Steeple, Kirk Fell, Great Gable (make it here, in time, with anything left in the tank and your chances of completion are high), Green Gable, Brandreth, Grey Knotts and a plunge down to Honister Pass, to pick up Cameron (who is also called Josh) who had done a 13min 5000m. I had been hanging on by my fingernails up to now. The pace was about to step up. Like a struggling WW2 Fighter pilot in a damaged Spitfire, I jetisonned all of my own absolutely non-essential kit, as the pace was about to get even hotter.

Robinson,42 of 42 peaks done ✔


Leg 5 is the victory lap, but first Dale Head, Hindscarth and ultimately, Robinson and then a last plummet to the road at Little Town.
Change shoes, cramp up immediately in the process, suck it up, trying not to be sick, feeling goosed. Head down on the road all the way back to Portinscale, Keswick outskirts and finally, THE MOOT HALL, with Felix banging the door 21hrs and 5 minutes after leaving the night before.

BGR DONE 🙂

Glorious weather, amazing company, party atmosphere and a free pint for the conquering hero.

Chuffed to bits for Felix. I had had to dig deep. I felt rough; dizzy, nauseous and desperate for the khazi.
I was just about to slip away from the party to find the nearest WC and then bumped into the legendary Cherry B, a running friend I had never actually met outside of Strava, so had a chat and then immediately afterwards, I bumped into Rose G, from Leeds, up in the Lakes recceing a Frog Graham (another story for another time!) Had a very quick chat and then I then ran faster than Allan Wells to the nearest place that might have had a toilet, which unluckily for Costa Coffee, was Costa Coffee.

“CLEANING IN PROGRESS” was the worst possible sign that I could have seen at that very moment, but the cleaner , seeing the look of desperation in my eyes, said I could use the Disabled toilet. (I am colourblind).
I won’t traumatize you with details, but I was not well and then I discovered that timeless classic “NO TOILET ROLL” :-/

There was a few pieces on the floor, beggars can’t be choosers, then after hearing some pretty banging on the door, I staggered out, apologising to the luckless souls following me. They looked haunted.
“Sorry, I am not well” was my parting shot, having recreated the toilet scene from Trainspotting.

Back to the main event at the Moot Hall, the party in the afternoon sun continued and everyone was getting stuck into the beer, I felt even worse so made my excuses and started to walkback to the campsite.
Ambitious!
I made it half a mile to the bus stop and topped. Slumped over a wall, waiting for the 16:48 to Cockermouth. I would have waited a week for that 16:48 as there was no way I would have made it walking…

Guardian Angels do exist in real life!

Mine was Tori Miller, heading into Keswick to do her shopping, who kindly did a u-turn and took me back to a campsite of which I couldn’t remember:
a) The location.
b) The name.

After a bit of to-in and fro-ing, we found it, I thanked Tori a hundred times and then forced myself to eat something, for the long drive home.
Resisting the draw of a shower (the best camspite shower in the UK I was later told), I pulled out of the campsite and noticed my “Boot Open” warning light, which always lights up when I haven’t slammed the boot properly. I was planning to stop for a brew at Rheged, so it could wait

An urgent sounding horn honking from behind made me realise that the boot was actually wide open and half my kit had fallen onto the road.

After a quick reload, it was away and by 11pm, I was finally home.

What a weekend, plus ALL 5 DARK PEAKERS GOT ROUND IN UNDER 24 HOURS. 100% SUCCESS RATE!


“Heat Training”

Although I have recentlybeen called a Trendy Wendy for doing Uphill Treadmill sessions and eating 126g carbs per hour, heat training (especially passive heat training) is something that is so easy to do and will get results, especially if your race day is on a day which is hot enough to boil a monkey’s backside!

Saunas, hot baths or simpling sticking your car heating on HOT on a hot day (especially if the interior of your car is hot already) can provoke pysiological changes in your body, which will help you adapt (suffer less) if you are racing on the surface of the sun, with very little shade!

DISCLAIMER: “Exercising in the heat can be incredibly dangerous and should not be done lightly or on a whim. It is very easy to overdo heat training and wind up with heat exhaustion or heat stroke.“

So, I have been doing this on a regular basis and had a last minute opportunity to do some on the way up to the Lakes. (Not advisable!)


The plan: Heat training from work to the Cumbria Border, an hour’s drive.

The reality: Murderous traffic and roadworks on the A66, plus an absolute scorcher of an afternoon, meant an extended 94 minute session, in which I ran out of water and ended up dying for the toilet. Hang on until Penrith, I told myself. After going through the worst traffic in Northern England, Rheged services couldn’t come soon enough.

Would this heat training (as opposed to actual running training, of which I was lacking) be enough?
Would it even make a difference?

Wasdale Horseshoe Fell Race – The Big Daddy!

“Deepest lake, highest mountain, biggest liar and hardest fell race – that’s Wasdale. Wordsworth once said that
every fellrunner should do Wasdale at least once, or something like that!”

A last minute entry into my favourite race.
Perfect forecast.
What could go wrong?

This year I have not been as greedy as last year with choosing my races.
2024 was at best ambitious, at worst suicidal. Too many races meant the season was ended by August.
2025 has been more selective and although I have not yet made it to the start line of the Lakeland 50, it has been a good year and I am having a break in August anyway!

The Old County Tops, Ennerdale and Wasdale were all down as my A-races.
With Wasdale, I had never ever headed into a race with as many doubts and question marks as I did for Wasdale last weekend. I even had an 11th hour (Friday lunchtime) try-out run (and then an 11th hour fall down the stairs at work straight after!)

After an extended heat training session and a 4.5hr journey, I finally arrived to Wasdale on a balmy evening, (although not as barmy as it was on the lake shore the next evening!)

I first ran Wasdale in 2001: 34 started, 25 finished, a lot of clag and a lot of navigation. Looking back I have no idea how I got round, but I did.

Fast forward to 2025: 140 entries, 100 starters, but how many would finish?

An inspiring pre-race talk by the RO told us what everyone already knew, it was going to be hot and we were going to suffer!

The Wasdale Horseshoe starts near Brackenclose, Wasdale Head, with checkpoints on Illgill Head (60mins cut off), down across the valley to Greendale Bridge and up the boggy slopes of Seatallan (1:25 cut off), across to Pillar (2:25 cut off), to Great Gable (3:30 cut off) and then down to Styhead, up to Esk Hause, up a bit more to the roof of England, Scafell Pike, then a freewheel down Lingmell Nose, back to the finish.
20 miles/32km with 9000ft/2740m up and down.

Wasdale cut-offs are tight, and if you are tight at the cut-offs, these tight cut-offs get even tighter!
It was hot from the off.

Illgill Head was ok, then plunging down into the sauna in the valley, past Greendale Bridge and then a chitter-chatter free yomp up Seatallan, NOBODY was talking, despite my best efforts! (I love a chat, but I get why people didn’t!)
10mins to spare at Seatallan, cutting it fine, 60 seconds to spare at Pillar, it was going to be so close. I had chomped through 2 bars of caffeinated Voom, and gulped a few litres of caffeinated Tailwind. (Caffeine has a half life I have since learned, this would come back to haunt me later).

Round the back of Kirk Fell, I booted a big rock with my right foot and immediately my right calf started cramping up, please, not now!

Great Gable was the first ever mountain I climbed as a youngster and it is one of my favourites, but the Wasdale race approach is a cruel one, hidden until you round a corner and see what looks like a vertical climb, the sun was out and any breeze had died, nobody was chatting, some had given up hope, but I had already decided that I would turn myself inside out to get there, at that moment in time, for 20 minutes, that was ALL that mattered in my life and the universe. With a parody of a run after scrambling up and over the near vertical boulder field, I somehow made the cut-off, but had burnt way too many matches, as there was still a long way to go (but mercifully no more cut-offs).

I stumbled down the far side of Gable and topped up with water at a questionable looking beck. Chatting to an old mate I hadn’t seen for 20 years, I racked my brains to think if there were any more streams before the end, as my water quickly disappeared, my reactions slowed and my batteries emptied.

On the death march up towards the start of the ridge, a big lady (stomping downhill) was just about to plough straight into me (gurning uphill), so I “skipped” across to the other path and then my right hamstrings twanged, cramping up. I took a really, really poor line, rock hopping clumsily to Scafell Pike and then dibbed my dibber, meaning it was all downhill to the finish.

Being a scorching summer day, Scafell Pike was awash with folk. Highest mountains (Scafell Pike, Snowdon and Ben Nevis, plus, I guess, Everest) always attract a wide, wide range of people. Each of these mountains have way more attractive, interesting, beautiful neighbours, albeit not as lofty).

I staggered down through the clouds to Lingmell col, and then rolled down the ever steepening slopes of Lingmell Nose, to the last checkpoint, the world’s highest/steepest stile and the finish in sight. Down, down, down and DONE!

I had exactly the same feeling that I had after Felix’s BGR. Nausea, stomach ache and again, the only position I felt ok-ish in was leant over. I needed the toilet, badly, but fearing I might pass out from post race heat training (portaloos do get hot in the sun), I then discovered no bog roll (this is surely a Déjà vu conspiracy!)

Back to the van, loo roll found, back to the loo, back to the van, cramped up, felt sick, sat down, waited an hour, then decided against driving home (original plan) and drove back to the hut, passing a shocking circus of campers, campfires, MASSIVE tents, ghettoblasters and cars parked in passing places.



Enjoy beautiful places in the great outdoors, swim, paddleboard, kayak, splash about, run, walk, do what you like, but respect the area, the people who live there and other people using it.
Someone parking their 25 plate Audi A4 (in a passing place) can surely afford the campsite fees at a campsite. It is not Glastonbury, it’s the Lake District and nobody should have to pick up someone else’s sh!t afterwards.

Since when was it ok to do that?

The National Trust is either powerless, under-resourced or have simply given up. It was a shocking and upsetting sight, but that is another topic for another day…

Anyway, caffeine!

I gave up coffee 5 years ago. In my heyday I got up to 12 cups a day, then reduced it to 4 mugs a day (4 x 9-cup Mr.Bialettis), then gave it up totally, thinking it would solve my sleep issues, but it didn’t so I am back on it again.
I never have a cuppa after midday, BUT Voom bars are not cuppas and I ws guzzling one chunk every 30mins until 5pm, so…

When I finally got to bed at midnight, I laid WIDE awake until 1:30am, then the Cockerel started cock-a-doodle-doing at around 3:30-4am, so I got up at 5am and drove home.

As a resume, if my legs dropped off and Wasdale 2025 was my last ever race, I would be content 🙂

2025: 100 started, 40 finished, 60% timed-out/retired.

Next stop???

The Lakeland 50?
Next weekend.
If my troublesome knee rights itself?

Raider’s round-up

The mighty Raiders comprehensively beat Batley Bulldogs 40:16 last weekend on a sweltering Sunday and remain in 5th spot in the league, ahead of a daunting trip to York, against the in-form-top-of-the-league York Knights.
(I remember when York used to be Ryedale York and they were generally rubbish, but the current outfit are bloody good!)

Meanwhile, Barrow Ladies trounced Warrington 52:10 and a win in the Superleague top flight has to be celebrated 🙂

Barrow ladies Vs. York Ladies
Barrow men Vs. York Men.
Double header this afternoon at York.
COYR!!!

28 Years Later.

Absolutely no spoilers!
Saw it (twice in fact).

Scary – ✔
Brilliant – ✔✔
Worth watching -✔✔
Mad ending – ✔✔✔

Go and watch it ASAP!

And finally…

I would like to go back to 1992 please!

That’s all for now folks 🙂
Hasta la proxima,
Johnny

Terry and June

Good morning folks

Here is the latest from ladfromtadland.

The Youngster.

Although this is a blog and a blog is just basically an open diary, there are some things that should remain private, it is a fine line.
The Youngster had to go into hospital this week for an operation and after our last time in hospital, we were all a bit worried, but the bairn was the calmest of the three of us. She just seems to take things in her stride.

The NHS gets a lot of flak these days, it is not the force of old, but then how could it be? The poplulation has grown and the powers that be have decimated services and resources, although thousands of doctors, nurses and staff carry out their labour of love, day in, day out, often without an ounce of praise. It is a strange thing, but I think if you are of a certain age, you do (perhaps less these days) still defend the NHS as it was once a wonderful organisation, and it still shines!

I can definitely say, hand on heart, that the staff at the LGI were absolutely blooming AMAZING! Every single one of them.

Just taking things easy for a little while. Hoping the Nipper will bounce back and be up to full fitness again soon. Thank you for your messages.

28 Years Later.

Oh, what could have been…

I have my ticket for the opening night premiere of the long awaited “28 YEARS LATER”, (not the red carpet, just at my local flicks).

Resisting the temptation to shout out “THAT COULD HAVE BEEN ME, HIM THERE, THAT NAKED ZOMBIE” will be hard.

IF, I had resisted the temptation of Borrowdale fell race on my birthday last year and prematurely ended the family holiday, it might have been me (or it might not have been!)

Either way, I am looking forward to it immensely, (but not the nightmares afterwards. I am a proper wuss who suffers from nightmares, especially after horror films, so this will be interesting!)

Pennine Way – Lessons learned.

Ambitious doesn’t come close!
Long story short…

The Spine Race is a twice annual race up the Pennine Way, north to south, from Edale (Peak District) to Kirk Yetholm (Scottish Borders). 268 miles/431km with lots of lumpy bits, and even more boggy bits. The organisers have got the social media absolutely dialled! They do a daily video round-up which sucks you in (as much with the epic tales of the midfielders and tailenders, as the elite bods at the front), competitors have exactly one week to do the full distance and THEN one week later, entries open for the next year. (There is a winter Spine and a summer Spine).

Photo courtesy of thespinerace.com


For a split nanosecond, I was on the website hovering over the “Enter now” button, but thankfully an instant reality check told me that I could not afford, nor justify the entry fee for a week long jolly, in winter, that I most probably wouldn’t finish. (I will get my Raynaud’s syndrome in as my first excuse and generally being crap in winter as a follow-up!)

It sells out very fast…

Photo courtesy of thespinerace.com

So, following a conversation on a running chat group, someone said “Why don’t we just do it ourselves?” and from saying yes to that, the idea and a new chat group was born!

The plan: Pennine Way, north to south, from Kirk Yetholm to Hardwaw/Hawes. 161 miles, over 3 days and 3 nights. Not exactly stopping for a good long kip anywhere, but stealing opportunist naps wherever. That was the plan and the months whizzed by and suddenly it was time time to:
a) Pack.
b) Go.

Part (a) was problematic. Even with super skimmed down kit, I had a CHUNK of gear. I skimmed it down even more to bare bones, but sufficient/survivalist.

Part (b) wasn’t straightforward either. I had a 20 litre box full of food and cooking kit ready to burst at the seams, plus a holdall with camping kit for the end of the trip and all my running kit.
I wanted to do as much as possible of the trip on public transport, so the first leg, walking to the Coastliner bus stop to York was helped by the girls helping me lug my load to the Leeds Arms/Broken Bridge.

Then, after flitting between platforms at York Station, I boarded the Berwick-upon-Tweed bound train and finally met my compadres (two of whom I had only met once, the others only in Whatsappland. So it was great to finally meet and chat about the epic in front of us.

A mini bus took us to the final border  outpost  village/town of Kirk Yethom where we frittered away the afteroon in the Border Pub, run by an exuberant Italian man, who tried to ply us with complimentary Limoncello (being a self righteous teetotaller, I had to politely decline this kind offer!)

Jo and Diane were away at 5pm.
Sinead and I were off at 6pm.
Christine was setting off at first light.
Nathan was away by 6pm.

All of us were conscious of a big storm coming in over the Cheviots around 1am.


This was to be my first downfall.

The Cheviots were a delight. Windy but not cold, rolling grassy fells, a gorgeous sunset and into the night. The rain started around 1am…

In a nutshell, I wussied out after 40 miles, for a number of reasons but mainly the weather, and the fact that I am just crap in the cold these days.
(I used to be tougher, but I genuinely think that running in the very different climate(s) in Peru has buggered my thermostat. I revel in the heat and shrivel in the cold!)
All is revealed in the video at the foot of the page.
Big THANK YOU to Sinead for her amazing organisation and to Jo, Elaine, Christine, Nathan and the amazing support drivers, Ian and Rebecca.
Marsden folk are tougher than the old boots stacked outside the Border Hotel at the (northern) end of the Pennine Way!

Onward to Ennerdale

My early departure from the PW left me in limbo.
Suddenly I found myself in June, with less than 8 weeks until the Lakeland 50.
The thought of sunshine and warmth in June is the ONLY thing that keeps me going throughout the long winter months.
The Ennerdale Horseshoe is one of my all time favourite races.
It is one of the Long Lakeland Classics and has a long history, but for some reason it is not an especially “busy” race, compared to the likes of Borrowdale in August, or Langdale in October.
My mate Baz  summed it up nicely, “The last 6 miles are good, fast, easy running, but it’s the first 18 miles that are tricky!”

2023 and buzzing on KMC gel

24 miles with just short of 6000ft of up and down. Nor essentially a horseshoe, more of an elongated out and back. Starting at the Scout Camp at the blobby end of Ennerdale Water, one goes straight up the bulk of Great Bourne, skirting round to Red Pike, down the steep bit of High Crag, contouring the back of Haystacks, dibbing at Blackbeck Tarn, an uphill stroll to Green Gable, round the back/front of it’s greater, loftier neighbour Great Gable, straight up Kirk Fell (confusing in the clag), down “Joss’s Gully, straight up Pillar, then a tricky bit of nav round Scoat Fell to Haycock and then a straightforward sprint (or an endless death march if you’ve burtn all your matches) over Iron Crag, a hop, skip and a jump up Crag Fell and then a delightful freefall down to one last uphill bit and home, to the ample catering of the Scouts, with ice pops and sausage rolls galore!

Finlay Wild is the man who can!


A part time GP from Fort William, I would stick my giraffe neck out to say that Finlay is currently the best long/rough stuff fell runner in the UK.
He has won the Ben Nevis race every year since he was a toddler.
He beat 2nd place by 20 minutes, and the lads following him are among the best of the rest! He was probably finished, changed, fed, watered and half way back up to Bonny Scotland by the time I lumbered in.
In a marathon, I reckon I would be within an hour of Kipchoge (best marathon runner in the World?) So, the fact that I was 2hrs behind FW shows that
a) I am a crap fellrunner & he is an outstanding fellrunner.
b) I am better at road running, but I shouldn’t really have the audacity to compare myself (in a favourable light) to Kipchoge!

(Close to the start, big thank you to Peter Trainor for the photo).

My race went well-ish. The forecast had been bordeline catastrophic all week, but wasn’t that bad on the day. I was expecting a right royal drowning, but just got a bit damp!

A delicate balance of pacing to get under the cut-offs/saving a bit in the tank, until Pillar and then upping it for the runnable bit!

All was ok until going astray in the clag on Kirk Fell. My Strava map shows my clueless wanderings.

A bit of map and compass work and a most fortunate momentary clearing of the clouds showed me a handful of runners heading to the checkpoint from a very different direction, (Kirk Fell is a confusing lump).

Back on track and running with a lass from Helm Hill who I had coincidentally also ran with from exactly the very same spot last year, we took a perfect line to Haycock.

After Haycock the going gets better and better (less rocks) but one sneaky boulder snipered me coming off Crag Fell, with a crashing, no-time-to-get-hands-out faceplant, when I took my eye off the ball mometarily.

However this was minor league compared to the guy who passed me an had a cheese rolling somersault shocker.


I stopped to check he was ok, fearing that he was going to be a bad way, but he just got up with a quick “nothing happened” and limped home.

(Final descent, thank you to Peter Trainor for the photo).

Sub 6hrs was sadly just out of my reach, but I properly emptied the tank and finished in my 2nd fastest time ever and then ate my weight in vegan sausage rolls (didn’t realise they were vegan, I am not vegan and they tasted meaty to me).

After a 3hr drive straight afterwards, I needed a crane to get out of the car and felt like my quads had been run over by King Kong in a steamroller until about Wednesday. Overall, a very pleasing run 😊

What’s next?

The next big gig is helping out Felix on his Bob Graham Round.
Felix is a Dark Peaker, DPFR have an annual crack at the BGR and “The Green Machine” is an impressive force of nature. I cannot wait to get back on leg 4 after not being back to Yewbarrow since 2009!

Limited time/options are then leading me to the Wasdale Horseshoe A race I love, although possibly not ideal 2wks before the Lakeland 50, but it is the classic of classics! Unmissable.

I was originally considering baling from thr L50, especially as I had paid £14 extra for “insurance”, but “changing one’s mind” is not covered and therefore short of the world stopping spinning, (in which case a 50 miles trail race would not be a priority of mine or anyone), the insurance looks a trickier minefield than the race itself, so barring my legs dropping off, I will be there.

Raiders round-up

The mighty Raiders were in storming form, until May.
After a trio of impressive victories, there was a draw against Batley and then a loss away at Toulouse (no pun given) and then another loss Vs. the Flatcappers of Fev Rovers.
Coming up next are Sheffield Eagles at home, Hunslet away and then a tussle with the in-form Bradford Bulls.
We have dropped down to 6th spot, so every match is a cup final now.
COYR!!!

And finally…

To film, or not to film?
In races, I have a bit of an inner turmoil about this topic.
Under race conditions, shouldn’t one be going as fast as possible, with minimum “faff”?
Maybe, maybe not?
If it was the Olympic 100m final, I would say definitely “no filming”.
If I was coming back from injury or just having a “steady” race, maybe I would get my camera out.
On the Pennine Way, the original plan was 160 miles, almost non-stop, but not a race. Filming along the way wasn’t difficult or too time consuming, but as I bombed out very early, it was an unfinished film project.

That is where I give thanks to my mates from Marsden, as they were tougher than me and thanks to some of their footage, I managed to amateurishly stitch in enough content to finish the story. Hurrah!

So here it is:

That’s all for now folks.
Hasta la proxima,
Johnny

p.s. Charity shop DVD find of the century!
I have been after this for years 🙂

Old County Tops.

Hello 🙂

This is a mini-blog-ette.
Not a full blow ramble-on-a-thon, just a lightning quick write-up of the grand day out that is THE OLD COUNTY TOPS FELL RACE.

Other stuff.


The gorgeous summer-like-spring, (but we do need some rain!)
A successful and semi-enjoyable car boot sale (after saing “NEVER AGAIN” at Rufforth in winter 2004).

The Old County Tops

I was born (a long time ago) in Westmor(e)land, in 1974, Westmorland (Wrestling in long johns with fancy undercrackers) joined forces with Cumberland (sausages, mmm) and Furness (Barrow RLFC) to form the mighty CUMBRIA.

All of which was reversed 2 years ago, when Cumbria reverted back to the old 3 counties, a rant I won’t even begin here.

The Old County Tops are the highest points in each county. In Westmorland it was/is Helvellyn, in Cumberland it was/is Scafell Pike and in Furness it was/is Coniston Old Man. In 1988 Achille Ratti Climbing Club hatched the idea of linking up all 3 tops in a fell race, starting and finishing in Great Langdale with a distance of 37 miles and 10,000ft of up and down, (59.5km with 3049m of climbing). A grand day out!

My mate John and I had chatted about having a crack at the race a while ago. It is the longest A race in the FRA calendar and was planned as my “A” race of the year.
Up to April things were going well, then the usual suspects (niggles and dodgy guts) started rearing their ugly heads and suddenly it was time for kick-off, now or never!

We went up to Great Langdale on the Friday night, the A65 stretched out 105 miles into a 4.5hr journey, but we were there. Me running, the girls marshalling/helping out. The Langdale hut was a hive of activity.

Dawn dawned into a beautiful day.


There is a VIDEO at the foot of the page, so I won’t bore you with a blow-by-blow account here, but it was an awesome day out.

Busy Bees at Cockley Beck feed station.


The race is expertly organised by ARCC and it was an extra bonus to see the girls at Cockley Beck, (they were working on the feed station).

Windy on the tops and hot in the valleys, we played the long game.

After chasing the cut-offs, we got in under the 12 hours to get our well earned OCT T-shirts and less than 24hrs later, we had agreed to go back next year. Sub 10 hours maybe 🙂

Pennine Way North…

Providing my knee is moving and my trench foot has cleared up (big ask), a week on Wednesday I will be running/walking/stumbling/rolling/hallucinating my way down the Pennine Way from Kirk Yetholm to Hawes.


How will it go?
I have absolutely no idea at all.
Watch this space!




Raiders round-up

After a last minute draw away against Batley, the mighty Raiders are in 4th position in the league. A tough trip away at Toulouse (hopefully with a win) this weekend.

The Raiders ladies started their Superleague campaign at the weekend, but got off to a bad start with a defeat away at Leigh. No easy games in the top flight.

And finally…

A video that took longer to make than it took to run.
My on-the-run effort, filmed on my phone, trotting round the Old County Tops with my mate John, on a glorious sunny day.
We’ll be back next year!

Thank you for reading/watching.
Until the next time.

Johnny

Bonny Scotland.

Good morning folks

Here is the latest write-up of events that is the jumbled nonsense which I call my blog.
No messing around this month, let’s just crack on with it.

Evaporating April!

Where did it go?
After the “glacier-in-reverse” speed of January, (definitely not helped by being paid mid December), February cruised, March sprinted and April positively disappeared. Whilst typing this out in a mini-heatwave and wishing that it would last forever (spoiler – it won’t), having seen the reservoirs up on the parched moors, there is a part of me wishing for rain, but only during the week and at night please!

Up the road…

I have been lucky with travelling. I lived in Western Australia as a youngster (& blagged my way into a job as a kind-of-chef in Sydney as a young man), Lina and I drove to Mongolia in our little silver Micra, I somehow survived living in Peru for a few years and I went round the world on a £997 RTW ticket, what an absolute bargain that was.

However, I am THEE most hopless tourist, best exemplified by the fact that I never actually got to Macchu Picchu!

I am a Cumbrian, I was born in what was (& now is) Westmorland. I am blindly loyal to the Lake District. The Berlingo pulls northwards towards the A1/A66 whenever I drive anywhere else and I would chop off both little fingers and both little toes to move back there.

HOWEVER, my favourite place in the whole world is the Scottish Highlands.

This love affair began in 1986 when I went on a winter mountaineering trip in 1986 to “The Great Wilderness” between Kinlochewe and Dundonnell.
People say they are “blown away” by places, events or experiences, it was more than that for me, I was completely enchanted.

Yes, it is a long drive and yes, the traffic around Loch Lomond can be a right royal pain in the ar$e, but I love it up there. My favourite trip of all time remains as the one I did on my trusty old Honda C90 in 2014. 1500 miles in 10 days on a budget of £100, (did it with 5p to spare!)

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Put simply, I will drop everything for the chance of a trip up north.

So, when my mate John mentioned a trip to Kintail, I was there.

Obsessing over the weather at a time when it had been glorious, but looked to turn crap, we actually lucked out with the weather and despite monsoons in Glasgow, had 2 fine, dry days. Staying at the outstanding Ratagan Hostel (cheaper than the local campsite at £28 per night, with the best showers I have ever had), we had 2 days on the hills, (The Scots call them “hills”, but they are bloody big hills!)

Day 1: The Five Sister & Four Brothers of Kintail.

Day 2: The Forcan Ridge and The Saddle.

Day 1 was longer, day 2 was spicier!

The Five Sisters is an outstanding roller-coaster ridge rider of a day out & best of all, we only saw one person all day. After the first mile/3000ft of climbing, it is a joy, the views are both panoramic and aerial.
I lost count of the times I said “What a day!”
Thankfully the van was still there at the Cluanie Inn at the end.

The Forcan Ridge is a different day out…
On paper it looked shorter (as it was) and apart from a bit of scrambling, fairly straightforward, (which it was, straightforward apart from “a bit of scrambling”).


On a sunny, warm day, it would be an amazing walk.
Although it was clear, it had turned very windy and the wind seemed to be coming from an Eskimo’s freezer in the North Pole!
Fellrunning (hill running north of the border) is sometimes marginal, especially regarding kit (choice).
If you do venture out onto the hills, especially as a runner, although watching YouTube videos does not substitute experience, if you have 4 minutes and haven’t watched THIS VIDEO, watch it now:

(Even better, if you have 10mins, watch the extended version, it might just save your bacon and/or make you think, whilst packing your bumbag (fanny pack for American subscribers!)

Back to the Forcan Ridge.

After a steady climb, the ridge bares its teeth fairly soon, then tricks you into thinking that the tricky bit is behind you, when it is not!

Definitely not a day for loitering and most definitely not a place where you would want a fall! We were only a couple of miles from the road, if you fell off the south side of the ridge, you might as well be on the moon!
John and I are both experienced mountaingoers, and John is an A&E nurse, so I was in safe hands, (I had a St.John’s First Aid course 20 years ago, I have experience with paper cuts!)

Edward Whymper’s wise words were going round my mind:

“Climb if you will, but remember that courage and strength are nought without prudence, and that a momentary negligence may destroy the happiness of a lifetime. Do nothing in haste; look well to each step; and from the beginning think what may be the end.”

Only a Grade 2 scramble, but a bit dicey on an icy day.
After the ridge, the rest was plain sailing and we cooked up future plans, before waiting an extrordinarily long time for some tucker at a not especially busy local boozer. It was like a Scottish Fawlty Towers.

Next day, I had an appointment at a local (Yorkshire, not Highlands) Optician to have my ears looked at on the Thursday, as I had gone deaf in my right ear a few weeks previous. A week of Otex Express (useless) and a week of intense Olive Oiling (marginally better) had lined me up for a 4:30pm appointment.
Rising at 5am, away by 6am, home by 3pm. I rang to check and was told that my appointment was actually the week after :-/
Ironically, my phone rang soon after but I didn’thear it. By the time I saw the missed call and rang the Opticians back I was told that they had had a cancellation, but that I was too late.

I did go for my ears sucking out the week after and had enough wax to start up a candle factory and learned more than I ever knew about my Tinnitus, which although it will never go away, it can be managed without losing one’s mind!

With hearing restored, after a cracking Caledonian trip, my thoughts started drifiting to future trips to the fells/hills…

P.S. A not too welcome souvenir. One of seven ticks exported from Kintail, horrible little beggars!

“Training”

Thishas become a competely running-centric blog, so I won’t bore you here with a blow-by-blow account of my training diary.


I will only mention “The Carb Revelation”

Also Doni’s uphill treadmill revolution, a very cheap road bike from a man near Whitby (tied in with a day trip which was planned before the bike acquisition).

A half price Halford’s turbo trainer justified by the sale of some tat from my shed, cross training (even bloody swimming, which I hate) and sidestepping the Eskdale Elevation, to hopefully make sure my legs are intact for…

O.C.T.

The Old County Tops Fell Race.

“Held in May, The Old County Tops Fell Race covers 37 miles and involves around 10,000 feet of ascent.

The exact distance and amount of ascent are dependant on the route you choose!

The Race starts in Great Langdale and takes in the tops of Helvellyn, Scafell Pike  and Coniston before returning to Great Langdale, after which the competitors are fed and watered.”

That is how it is described on the race website. It sounds like a jolly day out when you read it, but after helping out on the feed station (not common in fell races, which are mainly self-sufficient affairs, where you might get a swig of water or a couple of jelly babies from a friendly marshal), and seeing the state (& disparity/decline) of some runners, I know very well that it is one of the hardest fell races in the calendar.

One big difference abou this race is that it is run in pairs.
And finding a well matched partner is not that straightforward.
It is not just about fitness, although both runners have to be fit.
It is also about mountaincraft, navigation, “admin” (keeping your $h!t together with feeding, drinking and all that stuff which if neglected will mean the wheels will fall off).
In my eyes, (as a competitor, but not a podium challenger/record breaker), one of the most important things is to find someome who you get on with. Someone who you can take the mickey out of/have the mickey taken out of you by, who you kind of know when they go quiet, do they want to have their ear chewed off or do they want a bit of P&Q.

For all the reasons above, that is why John & I are teamed up for the OCT.
It is going to be a BIG day out 🙂

John & I did a brilliant (crack, but maybe not brillliant weather, we got our asses wupped by Storm Babbet) trip a while back which can be seen/summarised here:

On the Way.

What started as a daydream will most likely be a reality by the time of the next blog. The “Northern Challenge” is our little adventure running, jogging, walking, crawling and hallucinating along the top half of the Pennine Way, southwards from Kirk Yetholm (Scottish Borders) to Hardraw (near Hawes).
When I say “our”, I refer to a very hardy bunch of athletes from Marsden and myself (maybe not so hardy).

Sinead is the brains behind the organisation and (extremely complex) logistics and support. I did once do the road support for a P&B Bob Graham Round with a clubmate called Boff, and it was simply a case of being at the 4 road crossings on a circular-ish route at a certain time, with a bootful of running kit, pasta, pasties and drinks. Tiring, but only lasting 24 hours, with runners either being there and carrying on, or being there and dropping out!

The PW will be different as it is linear (A-to-B) and we may well be strung out like the washing, meaning headaches for road support.

I haven’t done anything near this distance (ever) and haven’t done any mega-long stuff (100 miles, which I only did once) for many, many years, so it is into the unknown a bit and will be entirely on-the-hoof experimental when it comes to eating and sleeping, but it is good to try something that you know there is a good chance that you might not be able to do!

Watch this space!

Raider’s round-up.

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WHAT A SEASON (so far!)

Second in the league and flying high with confidence and results.
Success is not a regular bedfellow of our’s at Craven Park.
Since our Challenge Cup victory (a while ago in 1955), it has been lean pickings. League Two champions in 2004 and Championship Grand Final winners in 2009 (what a match that was). That is the sum of victories since 1875. 150 years!

However, this season, 8 games in, things have been different and although we never take victories lightly, the team spirit has been nothing short of phenomenal.
Let’s hope we can hold the form for the next 16 matches/until September!

And finally.

My mate John is what is known as a YouTuber. He makes high quality, entertaining videos of forays into the fells, and most of all, people (3000 subscribers) watch and enjoy them! (One of his videos has had 188,000 views!)

At the other end of the scale, there is me!
I have 45 subscribers and have had a total of 8751 views, and I think that is including me watching my own videos.

The difference is that he knows what he is doing 🙂

On our Scotland trip, I took along my camera for posterity. It is purely a point and shoot capture of a day out. So here is the ladfromtad.com vlog for your entertainment

That’s all for now folks!
Hasta la proxima amigos 🙂

Johnny

p.s. Thanks to John for the Scotland pics (his are the good ones, my camera is diabolical). Less pics than usual this month, lost my new hard drive, d’oh!

Marching into April

Good morning folks

I hope you are in fine spring fettle.
Been a while since my last ramblings, busy old time.
3 races in 3 weeks, for an unprolific racer like me, that is heaps!
Apologies in advance, the blog is a bit running-centric again.
Glad to see the back of winter and hopefully things will be a tad warmer with more daffodils, rabbits jumping around and blackbirds building their nests 🙂

Oxymoron redefined, barely bloody tepid these useless things!


The girls are both full of the lurgy, as it seems are half the population right now 😦

The Nipper is 11

How did that happen?
Thankfully before the lurgy.


Fish and Chip birthday tea and a lively party with her mates.
All good fun 🙂

Haworth Hobbling

After the Wadsworth Trog I wasn’t exactly giddy about the prospect of a 32 mile race in the Pennines.
The Wadsworth Trog (The Beast) didn’t go too well, but to be fair, 2 weeks before the Trog, I could barley put my shoes on nor wipe my backside, so bad was my back. Thankfully this passed, but had left a hefty dint in any sembleance of training/mileage. I had done the Hobble before in 2009 (everything at the time was a lead-up to the Bob Graham Round, on which I was so focussed at the time that I can remember nothing else that happened in 2009!)

My only route knowledge was that I had run on Stoodley Pike countless times (coming from the opposite direction!)

The Haworth Hobble is BIG.
It sells out in under a day and gets about 1000 entries. I get a bit freaked out in races of over 100 people so it was a big deal. It is in essence a trail race run under FRA (Fell Runners Association) rules. As trail races go, it is cheap as chips, hence selling out so quickly.
It prides itself on the tucker available at the feed stations on course, it is basically a series of buffet tables with some running between.
From Haworth, over the tops to Todmorden, up Stoodley Pike, to Hebden Bridge and wandering back across the tops to Haworth
Hot dogs, chip butties, Thai Yum Yum soup, (non-alcoholic) lager, (alcoholic) whisky and more.

I started too close to the back and spent the first 2 miles trying to get past people, not that I was going to be anywhere near the sharp end, but as cut-offs are pretty relaxed, some folk don’t really rush.

One plus (a big plus) was that the weather was amazing!
Sunny and warm. Joy, joy, joy.

I took a while to get into my stride but after 5 miles, I started running with a lass from Bowland Fell Runners. We were running at the same pace, so kept together until the end. It is infinitely easier running and chatting, than running on your tod. The miles flew by. I resisted the temptations of hot dogs, yum-yum soup and (despite the hard sell), chip butties, saving myself for pizza at the end.
Ended up finishing 20mins quicker than my last time, so that is definitely progress in my book 🙂

Shout out to RUN.REUSE.RECYCLE for their awesome work. Check them out!

Beater Clough fell race.

This was a race I was really, really looking forward to!
Sold on the idea by the man, the legend, Doni Clarke. This low-key grassroots fell race was also Lina’s fell race debut for 2025.


Run over private land (with permission), the race has a bit of everything, including a brilliant, brilliant steeeeep descent and ascent (enjoyed twice).
We did manage to get a bit lost (on a flagged course), but it was an ace day out and a race I will go back to.
Starting in a field, registration in a lay-by, with water at the finish. No-frills racing at its best!

Short shorts courtesy of run.reuse.recycle

Muncaster Luck fell race.

The Muncaster Luck bowl.

As the legend goes, Henry VI, who was made King at the age of 8, had lost the throne to Henry IV and had been imprisoned at the battle of Hexham, he escaped, fled and lived rough in the fells for a year. He was found in a bit of a sorry state by a shepherd and taken to Muncaster Castle, where Sir John Pennington (owner of the castle) gave him food, water and lodgings, for as long as he needed it. In payment for this, King Henry gave a glass bowl with a prayer that the family would prosper as long as the bowl remained unbroken, (which is a miracle in itself, as the King had lived rough for a year!)
It still remains unbroken to this day and Muncaster Castle did seem to be in pretty good shape when I was there. (It is also, apparently, one of the most haunted buildlngs in Britain!)

Back to the modern day, I really, really do hang on to the past so hard.
Is this nostalgia, or just clinging onto a part of life you don’t want to end?
The race organiser is John H, an old school P&B friend, a goodfella.
He kindly offered to take me round the course on a recce the week before, on a glorious day in a corner of the Western Lakes which doesn’t get many visitors, it was a real treat to be out, but as I spent so much time chatting, taking photos and generally not paying attention, so when it came to race day, I realised I did not have “the lines” as dialled in as I should have!

The day before I headed up to the Wasdale hut and arrived very early to the race, on the most glorious of spring days, sunny and warm, clear and dry.

The race is mainly off-piste, the “lines” are the best route and a Calder Valley bloke who had been behind me at the start suddenly popped out 200yds in front and proceeded to disappear into the distance, I ran with a bloke from Black Combe and another from Macclesfield. Despite an almost certain death near miss fall on the final descent, I crossed the barely ankle deep river Esk and gurned my way up the last steep climb into the amazingly beautiful Muncaster Castle grounds to finish 5th (there were only 30-ish runners and all the best runners were getting lost in the clag at the Edale Skyline), my best run in years 🙂

The Waller’s Way.

There is hardcore, and there is Bobby Gard Storry!

Bobby is a fellrunner who I have got to know through the (ON THE BACK FOOT) podcast. A top bloke, great runner and a Dry Stone Waller.
(I have floundered whilst trying to explain this to people, so please bear with me!)
Bobby decided, for his 30th birthday, (for he is a young man) to spend 30 days and 30 nights, running from a different valley each day, over the fells, to a different valley, where he would repair dry stone walls, either camping or staying in a bothy or hut. Sounds simple, which in essence it is, carrying enough kit and food to be self sufficient and painting daily life onto a new, blank canvas every day, but the logistics, as always, are what makes simple things complicated!

Not this one, this is Dubs Hut.

As I was up in the Lakes for Muncaster (the far west Lakes, i,e. next stop Isle of Man), I told Bobby I would meet up. So I drove r-o-u-n-d to Honister (central-ish Lakes) and spent an awesome night in Warnscale Bothy. A basic but cosy stone abode overlooking Buttermere, made famous in recent times by the new breed known as “Influencers”.

Bothies are simple properties, in the mountains, in England, Scotland and Wales, which are free of charge. Facilities are basic, there may be a fireplace, or a woodburning stove, with a space to sleep, but that is about it, as that is all one needs, (it is free remember!)

So, myself, Bobby and 3 other people (we didn’t know each other beforehand, only through Bobby) spent the night in the bothy, we had all carried in firewood, so kept the woodburner going all night, and despite snorers and the scurrying of a midnight mouse, I had a great night’s kip.

The next day, which was approximately halfway through Bobby’s walling tour, I dashed back to my car (for fear of reports of Bobby being uncatchable, despite his 10kg giant rucksack), to ditch my sleeping gear for enough running kit to keep me safe on the fells, then dashed back to meet Bobby and we trotted over the Buttermere fells as far as Red Pike, where Bobby dropped into Ennerdale to find a wall to fix, and I reversed my steps over the fells back to the car.

Think my phone camera was on “False tan & extra grey hair” setting!

It was a long, but uneventful drive back home in glorious sunshine and was the start of a week, that started great and gradually turned to ratsh!t, but c’est la vie, at times!

Pennine Waying.

Long story short (not like me).
Jogging back to the start of the Calderdale Way Relays 2 years ago, I met a bloke called Scott, from Marsden. Scott was doing his Bob Graham Round that year, so I offered to help and became friends with some of his friends.

(Windy out! Jake, me & Scott on Broad Crag – July 2023)

Fast forward to winter 2025, chat group chat turned to “The Spine” race. An epic, but VERY expensive race running, walking and shivering its way up the full Pennine Way from Edale (Peak District) to Kirk Yetholm (Scottish Borders), with options of a Challenger South and North, one doing the bottom half, the other the top half.
268 miles or 431km in new money. The top half is approximately 160 miles.
“Why don’t we just do it ourselves?” was an idea floated in the group.

“Who’s in?”

One of those impulsive “why not” moments, so I said yes.

So, at the end of May, the plan is to run/walk/crawl the top half in reverse, from Kirk Yetholm to Hawes (Hardraw to be exact), taking 3 days, sleeping wherever.

There are currently 5 loonbags up for the challenge, what will happen?
Watch this space!

Up the Road

Cooking up a last minute Caledonian trip with my mate John, to Glen Shiel in April.
Not been up to Bonny Scotland since that disastrous weekend that was the Jura race last year.
No racing this time, just some big days out in the hills, in readiness for our assault on the Old County Tops race in May. The OCT is a pairs race linking Great Langdale and the Old (now current county tops, with the disgraceful abolition of Cumbria in April 2023). It climbs the highest point of Helvellyn (Westmorland), Scafell Pike (Cumberland) and the Old Man of Coniston (Furness) athen heads back to Langdale.
37 miles with 10,000ft of up and down.
A BIG day out.
Work to do for sure.

Raiders round-up.

TOP, TOP, TOP, TOP, TOP OF THE LEAGUE!!!

At least briefly!
Despite Bradford calling a Friday teatime kick-off, meaning players and fans having to take time off work, last Friday was a joyous evening!
Although it is still early days in the season, Barrow won and went top of the Betfred Championship table, briefly.

Halifax look like the team to beat this season.
In true Raiders fashion, we crumbled today against York Neets.
The Raiders were third in the league and although it was great to go top, for a fleeting moment, I am not overly confident and did say that I would do a streak around Craven Park, if Barrow do win the league.
(I think I will be keeping my clothes on).
Onwards and upwards!

DOGMAN!

The Nipper and I went to see DOGMAN at the Flicks. Thought we had a private screening and the place to ourselves, but it filled up soon after. Top film 🙂

And finally

I miss the 90’s, so much

That’s all for now folks.
Hasta la proxima.

Johnny

p.s. The Youngster made me this, the night before the Hobble 🙂

Roll on spring-a-ling-a-ding-dong.

Good morning folks

I hope you are all in finest February form.
After the 527 day long month that is January, it is always a massive (financial) relief to finally get to the fleeting 4-weeker that is February.
I am determined to keep this particular blog relatively short, and not the sprawl-on-a-thon that it normally is.


After a few false starts and a strange back problem, things are kind of coming together-ish fitnesswise. I have found a brilliant Chiropractor, for whom I don’t have to sell all my internal organs for. Reasonably priced & bloody good! Still not sure what the problem is, but like the battered Ford Cortina that I am, I keep limping on.
It is wrong to wish time away but I am really not a fan of winter one bit, so roll on spring (or even straight into summer) for me please.

The Beast!

It seems that nowadays runners are keen to part with lots of their hard-earned for something even bigger, even better and even harder than the last thing they did. I get that to a point, but it is also good to keep things simple sometimes.

The Wadsworth Trog fell race is a big 20 mile/32km loop from Old Town, above Hebden Bridge. A classic winter bogtrot, also known as “The Beast”. It has been going for years and is a great no-frills winter Pennine race.

There are harder, higher and longer races, but the weather on the first weekend of February can be rather fickle, so 20 miles is more than plenty long enough for me thank you 🙂

It was an 11th hour decision to race. I was entered for the Mickleden Straddle on the Sunday but plans for that all fell through and after saying I would never, ever go back to “The Beast” after a disatatrous race in 2002, I entered on the Friday night, for the next morning.

What happened in 2002?
At the time (apart from being 23 years younger) I was actually running quite well. Hindsight wisdom tells me now that it is an ominous sign to be running well in February, as it meant a lifetime best run in the Three Peaks race in April and then an off-a-cliff decline straight afterwards!

In the 2002 Beast, with 2 miles to go, myself and a lad called Dave from Darwen Dashers were 4th & 5th. The clag was lower than our shoe laces and neither of us were especially au-fait with the route (which is a nightmare in poor visibility).
Back then kit rules were a bit more lax. I was going through a ridiculous everything ultra lightweight phase and had a compass that weighed one nanogram, but was worse than a compass out of a Christmas cracker. Convinced that we had gone wromg, we stopped, took a bearing and headed back the way we had come, eventually meeting a massive group of runners coming towards us, so we went from 4th & 5th places to 24th & 25th and had a bit of a motivation dump! What had gone wrong? I had a good map, all marked up properly, but did I?*

Fast forward to 2025.
As I was originally going to race at a different race on Sunday. (The Mickleden Straddle, a beauty of a race, fast, runnable, good going with one tricky bit of nav. Only 12 miles, so no great shakes if you blow up), I didn’t really have any good race food in, gels would have to do, plus some dubious (very) out of date peanut butter and mystery bars. I did know that I had a map in the chaos zone that is “somewhere in the shed”.

I located the map, packed my tucker and all was set.
My first mistake was making the error of arriving mega early.
Give me an hour and I am absolutely fine. Give me 2 hours and I will ALWAYS faff/chat 1 hour and 55 minutes of that 2 hours away.
Chatting to a friend, I asked if the course had changed (since 2002) and was told “Yes”.
As I frantically tried to get a fuller picture of this route change, time was evaporating away.
As luck would have it, it was a clear day. Otherwise I might still be between checkpoint 7 and 8 now.

Always check your expiry dates!

Kick-off time arrived and we were off.
I did not feel good early on and felt worse later on!

(Excuses time)…

I had bought a new racevest in the sales, basically a close fitting rucksack with a multitude of pockets to hide/lose all your food, junk and clobber.
As I am stuck in last century where/when folk used to stuff everything into a bumbag (fanny pack for any American readers!) I have still not got used to using racevests yet. As I had spent all my pre-race getting ready time, not getting ready, I had stashed away my food badly in the racevest, this was further compounded by my Raynaud’s Syndrome problem (which is a major ballache this winter! Plus, I had no handwarmer teabags).
On top of this, what I call in my head “training” had been pretty inconsistent all of January and in a nutshell, the course found me out. After 10 miles, I was blowing out of my backside.

I got really cold, couldn’t really get to my food with frozen Raynaud’s hands and fumbled, tumbled and bumbled my way round the second half, but ultimately finishing. Mid-table obscurity.

P!ss poor preparation generally equals p!ss poor performance!

My main motivation in the latter stages was the box in my boot with a veritable banquet of tasty army ration packs (which I got a bit obsessed with buying a few years back, resulting in a huge stockpile of pouches in my shed).


Pulling into a layby just outside a nameless village on the way home, I was saddened to then remember that I had been to the tip earlier in the week and emptied the boot So, it was a long, hungry drive home and a very late lunch at 5pm!

Photo courtesy of the legend that is Dave Woodhead

Next stop is the Haworth Hobble, which is 11 miles further than the Beast! What could go wrong? All good training for the Old County Tops (my main race of the year) and my accidental entry into the Lakeland 50 in July.

A week after the Hobble, it is on to Beater Clough fell race, which I am very excited about. A new race for me, it is a P&B Championship race and Lina is running too. It is however just one short week after the Haworth Hobble and I will be hobbling, then we are off up to the Lakes for the first time in AGES for Muncaster Luck fell race.
March is busy!

I will talk about a ridiculous Pennine Way thing I am doing in May next time.

* Looking at the map after the race, I noticed that I had marked up part of the route wrong in 2002. Dave, if by chance you are reading, I apologise, it was my mistake!

The Synges!

Most people have heard of the Wainwrights. 214 Lakeland fells climbed and beautifully drawn by Alfred Wainwright in his 7 guidebooks.


AW was a Lancastrian, who loved the hills.
Runners have done “the round” in under a week, which is an eye-popping 325 miles/525km with 36,000m of climbing (a number too big to convert into feet). Personally, I never set out to “do” the Wainwrights, but I counted up that I have 31 left, which would entail 31 separate outings.
They are not laid out in any logical order, there is no set route, they were just tops that AW liked the look of!


Most people are happy to do them all within a lifetime.

Enter “The Synges”,
Tim Synge wrote this book, which contains 647 summits!
Just in case you needed a target after you have done the Wainwrights 🙂

My good mate and Old County Tops partner, John, has been making videos for a good while now. My videos are shaky, induce motion sickness and are patched together. John’s videos are proper videos, another level of professionalism and are great viewing.
Check this out:

Raiders round-up

Good old Barrow. Winning all their pre-season friendlies, including Superleague Salford and the first round of the Challenge Cup.

Then losing their first real cup game of the season against Oldham. Best to focus on the league!

The bookies are giving us a 600/1 likelihood of success!

First league game (today) is against newly promoted Hunslet.
Will this be our season or another campaign of nail biting?

And finally

As a veteran of flogging my heart, soul and worldly goods on ebay, this video is so, so true!

Hasta la proxima amigos 🙂
Johnny

p.s. An abandoned boat? On a quiet country lane?
More questions than answers…

Stumbling into 2025

Good morning folks

I trust you are in fine post festive season form and that the fat bloke in red was good to you.
Scribbled a very quick new year blog, here goes.

Seeing out the old year.

We had been tipped off about a cracking little race in Calderdale by our good friend, Doni.
The Bilberry Fields fell race makes good use of every inch of climbing out of Todmorden and I thought it would be a good winter AS fell race for Lina to get her shoes muddy, get a bit of fresh air and most importantly WEAR HER NEW PUDSEY & BRAMLEY VEST!
(Lina is now second claim for P&B on the fells, but remains first claim with Tad Harriers).

Although there is nothing better (in my eyes) than a long Lakeland round, when you finish absolutely destroyed, I do love a Pennine race.
Different terrain, different people and the novelty of being able to walk normally the next day.


Lina said to me afterwards that fell races are “hard”. I said that it was hard for everyone, for the winners, for midfielders, for tail-end Charlies, and if it wasn’t hard, you’re simply not pushing it enough (or you’re a freak of nature!)

Top morning out followed by a brew and possibly the best cake I have ever eaten, at Doni’s.

Todmorden is a top spot, I could happily move there, but we ain’t moving house for a while just yet, still got a score of boxes to sort from the last move (and the one before that, and the one before that…)

The legendary Olga was out and about and filming. Olga makes great videos and here is her film of the race itself.

Año Nuevo.

(You need to have the little squiggle above the n, otherwise it translates as new bumhole!)

NYE is a funny old night!

I gave up the pop 4 years ago on final day of 2020 (what a year that was for everyone). I don’t miss drinking beer, but I do honestly miss getting wrecked.
Nights out are not quite the same without a tipple, and you do feel on a different wavelength if you are sober with Tipplers as the night/alcohol wears on. The decision to give up alcohol wasn’t difficult, nor was giving it up. I was a weekend warrior binge drinker, but things tipped over the edge a bit in lockdown and as I am absolutely crap at moderation, it was much easier to give it up completely.

All or absolutely nothing at all!


I did it off my own back, but I do owe a lot to my friend Neil. B for his support and advice on this matter.

So, NYE, is it potentially one of the most overrated nights of the year, or simply a chance to reflect/dream? You decide.

As a young man, it to feel ridiculous and almost unfair that the 2 of the biggest nights of the year were only a week apart. NYE nowadays for us is normally spent at a Latino house party, which is good crack, with plenty of decent tucker, 12 grapes at midnight.

New Year’s Tradition: Twelve Grapes on the Glasses and a Festive Tree.

Then a quick sprint round the block carrying suitcases, for if you would like to travel in the ensuing year (we almost did travel in 2007, to the local police cells via a Bridewell Taxi, when the Old Bill in Morley saw us both dashing round the block at midnight with 2 suitcases! It took some explaining to the Old Bill…)

(I didn’t take my suitcase this year, plus it was tipping it down, so I probably won’t get far this year).

Reflection on 2024?
Daydreams for 2025?

Both of which left more question marks than answers, but hopefully a generally positive feeling.
It was a late night and an early morning.

In with the new.

New Year’s Day is normally a complete write-off, but now I am a self righteous teetotaller (!), I set my alarm early and headed off towards Cleckhuddersfax for the Giant’s Tooth fell race, on a very soggy morning, with an 11am kick-off.

Good enough for Barru Sheene

A good turnout from Pudsey & Bramley and a course I had not looked at, and one that I really should have at least looked at on the map…

Ogden Water (named after Hilda) is a lovely little corner of Calderdale, well worth a visit.

https://www.ogdenwater.org.uk/index.php

“Flagged” courses mean that you don’t need to read a map nor navigate your way round the route. GPS devices are banned in fell races (although not in trail races). As this was a flagged course and confident that I definitely would not be in the lead, I relaxed a bit too much. All I knew was that it had a fast start and a fast finish, with a climb in the middle.
Prior to the deep freeze, it had been rain, rain, rain and this left the course rather muddy and with treacherous tree roots extra treacherous. (Not a fan of roots personally).
Less than 3 miles meant it would be a sprint, and it was.

!On your marks, get set, GO!”
Head down, followining the bloke in front, watching out for bloody tree roots, the slippiest surface known to man, the race was over before I realised and somehow I managed to scoop first V50 prize. My first pot in years.
(I coudn’t hang around for prizegiving, so I missed my 5 seconds of fame!)

Chuffed to bits, totally over the moon. A great way to start the year/season 🙂

(Whilst eating this in a blustery lay-by outside Bradford, I could have been in a warm pub receiving my sportsshoes.com voucher, to a round of rapturous applause!)

Stumbling blocks.

As the saying goes.

Knacked my back :-/
My back has been pretty good for a few months, but then I knacked it 2 days after NYD and now I am struggling to get dressed and wipe my backside!

A lifetime of bad posture? (I blame being tall and then living in Peru, with too much time on buses/Combis too low for a man of my height).

I must remember that I am not:
– Just about to pull on a GB vest, (well, maybe one for moaning).
– A professonal. Running is only a hobby.
– Going to die (yet, nor through not running, although I might be a bit more grumpy than usual!)

It’s a bad back, get over it man!

T’Lakes

We had Lina’s brother and wife (her brother’s wife, not Lina’s, that would be awkward) visiting over New Year, so keen to show them Blighty at its best, I became totally obsessed with the weather and started fretting when the forecast 4 days of “Full Sun”, changed to generally crappy weather over the course of a week, just before they arrived.
Thursday 02/01 looked spectacular in the west and Friday looked ace on the east coast, so that is where we headed.

Stonehenge had been mentioned, but Castlerigg Stone Circle is:
a) Closer.
b) Cheaper (free in fact)
c) In Cumbria!

So we did a full day driving tour of the Lakes, taking in Penrith, Castlerigg, Keswick, Ambleside and Kendal.

Just a shame I didn’t have chance to set a foot upon the fells, as the weather was glorious.

Up the Road…

Latinos are an impulsive bunch (I try, but I am not!)
I love planning stuff and being semi-prepared, I think I lost any spontaneity I had when the Nipper was born.
I had suggested a day trip to Whitby, then Northumbria was mentioned and Scotland looked close, on a map, on a phone screen, so Edinburgh was nominated!

We got there and found some digs, and then wandered into town.

Now I confess I am the world’s worst tourist for countless reasons:
– I hate crowds.
– I hate being blatantly ripped off.
– I hate cities.
– I am the reincarnation of Victor Meldrew.

Edinboghorror ticked all these boxes:
– It was rammed.
– £3.90 for a lime & soda for the young ‘un. (That must be a 4000% mark up).
– Edinburgh is a city. A busy one, full of tourists.
– Within one hour of wandering around, I was ready to kill someone/myself.
(Tourist spots are naturally/obviously/inevitably busy, I get that, they are just not for me).

I didn’t exactly have a J-Lo style meltdown, but my back was giving me a lot of jip and I made it clear I wasn’t really having fun. So, I headed back to the digs and did my last Carla Molinaro work-out of my subscription and probably knackered my knackered back just a little bit more.

The next day it was decided as best that I should do my own thing, so everyone was happy.

I have been to Edinburgh twice, once on a stag do and the other on a Heineken trip, neither of which gave me time to go up Arthur’s Seat, possibly the most urban hill ever! It just stands there, proud, begging to be climbed.

With yellow warnings of ice, it was a spicy mixture of black ice, verglas, bullet ice and generally frozen surfaces that would put one on one’s ar$e quicker than Giant Haystacks. That didn’t deter the 20,000 tourists teetering up and slipping down this diminuitive lump, to get an aerial view of the city, the amazingly Alpine looking Pentland Hills and the Firth of Forth, (* I scoured the internet for Border TV’s birthday greetings with Uncle John and Eric the Monkey and Fearless Fred the fire fighting fusileer from the Firth of Forth, and failed).

After 90mins, I was about frozen, so headed back to the car and tried to get changed/dressed with useless frozen claws for hands and a jeffed back, which made it difficult to get changed, put my shoes, socks and trousers back on, in a (very) residential street, and then waited (& waited) for the others to get back.
It was a long, dark drive back to Taddyland, but I do love Bonny Scotland.

* If you are of a certain age, and you grew up in Cumbria, you will remember “Uncle” John Myers & Eric the Monkey, who sadly passed away in 2019.

Winter Wainwrights record!

Apart from my V50 victory at the Giant’s Tooth, one other thing that really caught the attention of the fellrunning world was the news that Carol Morgan was to attempt a winter Wainwrights round.

Now putting this into context…

Alfred Wainwright was a hillwalker and artist who completed a multitude of routes up and down 214 of his own favourite fells. He created some amazing drawings of his chosen 214 peaks in his 7 volume pictorial guidebooks, over his lifetime. Most people are happy to complete the Wainwrights in their lifetime.


There are 214 peaks, some popular, some obscure, some are remote.
I have 32 left on my list, but it would take me 32 separate day outs to do them all. There is no natural route, nor line to link them up, as AW would never have dreamt that anyone would be mad enough to do so, even less so in winter!

The late, great Joss Naylor set the record in 1986, when he was 50.
A record that stood from 1986 until 2014. Steve Birkinshaw broke that record, captured magnificently on film by Al Lee here

https://britrockfilms.com/running-films/Wainwright/Wainwright.html

Also documeted in the harrowing read that is “There is no map in Hell”.

The (summer) record currently stands at 5d 12h 14m 43s, by American athlete, John Kelly, who was “good but not great” at running at school!
That was in summer, tough enough.

Imagine it in winter?!
Snow, ice, cold, generally crappy weather and not a lot of daylight.
James Gibson held the previous winter record of 8d 6h 44m 0s.

Photo thanks to Stephen Wilson Photography
Photo thanks to Stephen Wilson Photography
Photo thanks to Stephen Wilson Photography
Photo thanks to Stephen Wilson Photography


Carol knocked 5hrs of this with an imcomprehensible time of 193 hours, 51 minutes and 47 seconds or 8 days, 1 hour, 51 minutes and 47 seconds.

The 320-mile (515km) challenge, which includes England’s highest mountain, Scafell Pike (& a multitude of obscure and rarely visited peaks), involves a total ascent of 36,000m (118,000ft).

Bonkers award of 2025 (so far) goes to Carol Morgan 🙂

Almost as bonkers!

The Spine Race is a good way to “do” the Pennine Way in a week.
At 268 miles/431km, the PW is England’s longest footpath, starting at Edale, Peak District, and finishing in Kirk Yetholm, in the Scottish Borders, passing over all the bumpy, lumpy and boggy bits in between.
Joss Naylor (that man again) used to hold the record (3 days, 4hrs & 36mins in 1974), but that was on his own. The Spine is a race, and it is a serious race, held in the middle of winter. There are checkpoints, but if you sleep, the clock does not stop.
The winners will take just over 3 days to finish and the cut-off is 168hrs or one week.
The current deep freeze weather is due to give way to milder climes midweek, so the going will go from frozen to firm to good to boggy as hell!

The compulsive pastime of what is called “Dotwatching” can be pursued here:
https://live.opentracking.co.uk/spinerace25/?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR1iTvtDXn6jw5lzpGmzvreAIxNLqzmqv-kRw65JDGMmlj0mTO0Uf5gFBCc_aem_ZTDnpd_jvXdSJ4bG2IXh-A

Raiders round-up.

First of the pre-season friendlies fell foul of the weather and thus was postponed , but the mighty Raiders opened up the season with a superb win over local jam eating Marra rivals, Whitehaven, with a conclusive 42:4 victory.

Photo courtesy of Alan Twinney


Next up are Workington and then Superleage Salford Red Devils, before the season proper, when we face newly promoted Hunslet RL at home.
Big season ahead.

COYR!

And finally

Stay warm this winter!

Peggy from Feltham was light years ahead.
I am not looking forward to my heating bill this month :-/

Hasta la proxima amigos
Johnny