I had managed to pitch my tent 10.00 kilometres “as the crow flies” from the Cape Wrath lighthouse. This is the sort of thing that pleases me; I am easily entertained. Of course, I wouldn’t be walking in a direct, straight line to the lighthouse, and I wasn’t convinced that crows fly in a straight…
The bothy at Strathan seemed like the wisest place to head to today. With only one tent pole I was not sure that I should rely on my tent. Even if the French girl had been told that better weather was on its way, I wasn’t sure that attempting to use my tent with only…
So my Cape Wrath Trail is done and dusted. Over the course of 10 days I have hiked 370 kilometres (229 miles). Having started after lunch on Day 1, and having finished before lunch on Day 10, I completed the journey in less than 9 days of walking, so I’m counting that as averaging just…
It had rained heavily all night long and I awoke to another day of cold and wet. I couldn’t say I was terribly eager to get started, but I knew that I would feel better once I was moving. I escaped my tent, took one look at the river next to me and thought “bugger!”…
I’d slept well, waking only to listen to a thunderstorm passing overhead. By morning the skies were grey and the wind had dried my tent. A good start to a boggy day. I knew that the next stretch over the River Carnach and towards Barrisdale would wet. I squelched along through the bog until it…
Today started quite well. I had actually managed to get a little bit of sleep on the sleeper train and had rolled into Fort William at 10am. It was likely that I would have to wait until midday for the next train to Glenfinnan, so I thought I would detour to the supermarket and pick…
Warning: This write up is going to be long! For my pre-race thoughts on this run, please check out this page. The Pen Llyn Ultra – what a race. I’d alternated between supreme confidence and the knowledge of my certain failure in the run up to this race. I’d done well in the Apocalypse 50,…
Following on from completing the Pen Llyn Ultra, I realised that I was only a few points away from qualifying for one of the races that form part of the UTMB series – either the CCC with 101 km of across and 6.1 km of up and down, or the TDS with 119 km of…
Imagine a race with a start line, but no finish line. You simply had to run as far as possible, measured as the crow flies, away from the start in Meriden. GPS tracking is keeping an eye on how you are doing, all you have to do to win is to complete a certain distance…
I swore after running a 50 mile race that I would never run another 50-mile race ever again. Instead, having enjoyed and broken myself immensely a couple of times last year with my stupid running challenges, I thought to myself, why not do this again. Clearly there is something wrong with me. I don’t know…