Another pack run been & gone. Joyce & I have finally bagged another trig point; we walked the Gorpley Reservoir route that I’d done a few weeks earlier on a pack run. A pleasant evening, though the ground a little damp underfoot; the bluebells had all disappeared from Gorpley Clough.
And, to put a damper on everything, this week we were reminded of the disastrous failure of the sea birds nesting on St Kilda, which was first reported in December. Global warming is very real and extremely worrying.
So this is a new fell race, here in Tod; from Dobroyd Castle. And as I’m a FRA race liaison officer I was assigned to report on the race. I’d met with the organiser, Steve Brock, a couple of weeks ago and was impressed at the legwork he had put in; he was kind enough to say that some of the comments I’d made were helpful.
A late 19th century castle, built at enormous expense and with a model farm beside it. Lived in for a while by the cotton manufacturer family; underused for a long time; then a school for naughty boys; then disused; then a Buddhist retreat. Now an activity centre – takes primary school parties who seem thoroughly to enjoy what’s on offer.
5.30 p.m. on Sunday. At around 3.30 p.m the rain set in. At around 4.30 p.m. the clag came down. And the race goes over just about the most featureless terrain hereabouts; if it was not for the windmills, you might have no idea where you are.
57 hardy souls set off in the downpour; I was soon flagging very near the back. Things did pick up a bit, and I did catch a small number of runners; but once we got to the navigation section I would have found it much harder had I not had a lovely lady member of our club to reassure me and keep me on a sensible track. We eventually crossed the finish line hand in hand.
A road race next, later this week; and, prior to that, I’m marshaling at a local fell race.