3 Peaks Challenge

15 to 22°C. Lifting cloud on Ben Nevis, some snow, and hot sunshine on Snowdon.


I’ve only had 3½ hours sleep since Sunday, my knee is sore occasionally, but fine the rest, (just don’t pivot on that leg).
Ben Nevis– 3½ to summit, 2½ hours down.
that decent was the most exhilarating thing I have done for a long time. Crossing the icefields was fascinating, especially when the real danger became visible through the mist. The summit is on a curving ridge, but an ice-sheet cut the corner. It had a series of cracks where the next section of the ledge was ready to break off and fall hundreds of metres below. We were equipped with rope/compass and heading to take if visibility got worse. We would then take a heading of 220° for 150m before continuing on 270° back onto the bare rock. The ice was melting from below, such that some strides plunged your leg up to the knee revealing a cavity of dark rocks.
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Descending was extreme fun, Carl was urging us two on (as a breakaway pair) aiming to beat the clock. He’s call out encouraging time targets, significant turns and pressure to speed up. When he ran out of words he’d just growl! It got faster as the minibus came into sight, the last hundred yards was a sprint for the bridge. In fact, I ran past my colleagues from the first group, over the bridge and straight for the minibus. I’d run out of water ½ before so I stabbed my finger into the 4x2l water bottle pack and dragged out a 2 litre bottle of mineral water. Then I could start relaxing and winding down. It took a very long time to come down after that.
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Scafell Pike 5½ hours (3h 05′ up with the group, 2:22′ on my own back down)
The problem one; descending this was beginning to hurt my knee, but the time lost on the ascent was enormous- the group had taken 18 stops- I felt the need for none. We could have taken an hour off that time if so many of the others had had breakfast. You just can’t take on five hours of exercise on an empty stomach- but they tried to. It was also a shame that the van was so slow- it would only do 60mph on level ground, we were too late to see the sunrise on the summit. Beginning the climb was darkness, but most of us had turned off our headlights within 15-20 mins as dusk broke.
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Snowdon 3h 40′ solo, incl. 15 mins at the summit.
I took this at my own pace, which resulted in a curcuit time 2 hours faster then the others (/boast). The air was clear at the summit, A milky light just allowed Anglesea to be seen- if you knew what to look for.
I ran the last mile off Snowdon to get a better time and then waited for the others. Those who’d withdrawn met me there with a bottle of water and a round of applause! I needed that drink- it was the last of 11 litres g;ugged down my throat on that day.
I’m cycling in to work tomorrow to try to loosen up the legs; sleeping now since only had 3½ hours sleep since Sunday.
G’night.

Two entries

Two themes occupying my time recently-
Holiday in Isle of Mull, and
3 Peaks Challenge.
 
So I will make an entry here for eachg, and add, edit and illustrate over the next few days.

Mull tomorrow

15°C, getting cooler & rain is coming down the Northern approaches.


Drive to the Scottish Isle of Mull. That will be one monster drive. It also means no more posts here for over a week.
 
Next Saturday, we drive back home, then Sunday drive back up North again with the 3~Peaks team to Glen Nevis, Scotland.
…bet I’m too tired to post on the Wednesday after returning.
Camera is all charged up and ready to go. It’s hard to know what photo opportunities will be there- the weather forcast is poor- rain, sun & showers are to be expected for an island facing the Northern approaches from the Atlantic. Prepare to be surprised then.
 
BTW: one of my pictures is getting awards on the Flickr site: Sturgeon’s field.

Check and re-check

20°C, rain then sun, rather humid.


Bags Packed: just checking the kit, thinking through what might happen and what to carry in response. There is just enough space left for food in the rucksack lid; side pockets lined with emergency stuff, first aid, a light, whistle and torch. Inside , some bin-liners, an extra fleece (which was laughably cheap at £2). I have loaded up with 4 litres of water based on previous climbs where I drank 2 litres each time.
 
…no more entries here until Sunday I expect.


Finally– you couldn’t make this up:

in the shadow of leafless trees

24°C, clear as milk


Hike: Hartington in Derbyshire is a good place for a hike, just a short one today- only about 2 miles. Today is even hotter which explains a certain oddness in the landscape- hot, sheep sheltering in the shadow of leafless trees. Though deep blue skies are overhead, the landscape is bathed in a milky light from thin mist.

Audale

16°C, !; C=41 miles


Odd the things you see when out in the countryside. See photo below.
 
Turpentine: this is going to take longer than I thought. The picture (to be posted later) doesn’t look very different -which is inself, no big deal. Today’s session was spent working out the anatomy and pose of the main character. Something worth persisting with to get this right which affects the success of the whole picture for the next week or two.

Don’t look right

8°C, cold NE wind, warm sun and a struggle between them to decide the temperature. C=69 miles


Pain in the neck: it could be a pulled muscle, trouble is it locks solid when I look over the right shoulder so I have ot look well over the left instead.
Isle of The Dead: this Böcklin painting came to mind when I rode past a small fishing lake today. See the photo below. It might be a picture depicting the River Styx with the character Charon in the boat in white, but then maybe it’s not.
 

Today: Llanbedr

2°C, strong winds, hail & some snow.


Continuing the story from last night as it happens with the drive from Bewys-y-Coed. The sun set and the rain got heavier as I drove towards Harlech. Most of my clothes were wet, the car heater set to 23°C. Eventually I got to the caravana and set up- ma..an it was cold. The rain beat on the caravan and it shook, quivered and creaked all night against the storms arriving down the northerly approaches.
 
This morning, I woke at sunrise and decided to go home as soon as possible. The rain had eased but the temperature dropped during my sleep. After coffee and cerial, there was time to grab a quick visit to the beech. White foamy waves crashed just behind the dunes, unheard because of the wind blasting everything with sand. No flat beech  was visible there.
 
After setting off south I called in at Barmouth, in the summer months a very busy town that has all the kitch of British seaside resorts. In the winter- it’s worth a stop. There must have been some money here in late victorian times, there are fascinating houses on the hillside. The wind was able to lift the sand higher here, it filled everything, got everywhere. My scalp had a layer of sand, my ears and under my eyelids. That still stings when you look in some directions.
 
Home to worry about work, and fix the fence that blew down in the gales before it gets dark. Not enough time.