Bullock Smithy Hike - 3rd September 2011: 'A long afternoon in the hills'
Four hours into the race ... Quarter of an orange in my mouth jogging
along the side of the A623 away from the Peak Forest CP, then
chuffing through a banana before ascending off the main road and into
the fields. A few frisky cows, but not troubled - I wonder how Paul
Rushworth will get on in a few minutes when he comes through? I leave
the fields for the lane to Wheston and on the left in another field
the cows in packs charge down the gentle slope towards the lane
ahead. Amazing that they manage to stop - what's of interest - it's
just Julian Brown going past - or was it Steve Temple? This is a quiet
straight lane, no traffic and hardly a runner in site (ahead), and
although there is a great sense of openness my thoughts are focussing
on my left foot. Toes curling up and slight cramp make running -
jogging - tricky. I adopt all sorts of rolling foot, long stride,
short stride, running on the grass edge tactics. These take me through
Wheston farm off the road and onto a track where I welcome the uneven
ground. I'm slow. Paul has caught up and comes past quickly - I wish
him well although it will be a tough challenge to now beat his pb of
10:02 from last year.
Down to Millers Dale and the spacious barn. I feel tired and a bit
down hearted. One of the marshals asks with a touch of concern if I'm
alright - "Yes". Descend down the steep path and ignore the tempting
gate and track on the right. As in previous years I look along the
road to see where this track might come out - no signs, best not to
try it as a short cut. It's now a slog, grinding out the
sections. Small targets - keep jogging up to the tree; have a drink
when I get to the top of the brow. By now my stomach is saying no more
food and my body is saying stop. Mind over matter is still winning and
I struggle up to the Chelmorton CP, grab 30 seconds in a seat whilst
water bottle filled and easily resist the offer of a donut.
It had started well for me, or at least as good as in previous years.
With regulars Paul, Julian and Steve I was in good company, Steve
making many stops, some impromptu, to maintain his regular fluid
intake (perhaps I should take more note of this and follow suit
another time). I'd felt strong along the rough track up to Edale Cross
and enjoyed the fly past at low level by about 100 Canada geese and
again when they did a repeat. I even had good speed down Jacobs ladder
and along the track towards Edale - at least until the road
section. Some fruit cocktail and cold rice and then another good
effort up to Hollins Cross, and another good effort up Cave Dale, with
some jogging and keeping up with Paul. We both were bemused by a madly
barking dog that had cornered a sheep high up on one of the steep
sides. The sheep was not going to budge, the dog was not going to give
way despite many calls from its owners, and so various members of the
dog owner's family were climbing up the steep slope presumably to pull
it away. We did not see the conclusion.
I jog ahead once the climb eased in the upper reaches of Cave Dale and
feel OK, then Steve T and Julian B go past (taking the alternative
more direct and steeper route). Oh well, maybe I don't feel so
good. Julian has such a casual loping easy style: "not fit enough to
go for a win this year", he says having just returned from a 1200km
cycle ride. It's on to Peak Forest with these two fading away into the
distance, although I do meet Julian as he leaves the CP and I reach
it.
Within a few minutes of the mass start at Devonshire park at 12 noon
James had pulled out a bit of a lead. Wearing a minimal bumbag and
with a strong even running style he kept pulling away. In the end
James sailed round the course in a record time of 8:46 - this was so
quick that he probably did not even have to contend with running in
the dark - amazing and plenty of respect is due. There were other fast
people following him - Stockport Harriers - with a number of them
recording sub 10 hour times - very good.
(right)
The leaders after a few minutes. The eventual winner, James is on the
left, and the author at the back! Most of the leaders are from the
Stockport Harriers.
And so my race continued from the Chelmorton CP with the next CP being
Earl Sterndale and just before I reach it Charlie Sharpe comes past,
his first BS. At the CP I take up the offer of the girl serving the
food and have a jam sandwich - they have both sandwiches with
margarine and without margarine. Actually it turns out to be really
nice - fresh soft and tasty - I should have had two!
Charlie is ahead, he overshoots the turn off left to Dowel Dale so I
briefly overtake him. He soon catches and overtakes me - so much
energy and a big rucksack. My motivation now is to make it to
Cumberland cottage before dark. Charlie soon disappears out of sight
ahead. I don't hear the barking dogs at Brand End in the distance when
Charlie should have been going passed - they do acknowledge me
however. Hi to Brand Top (no hotdog thank you) and a gentle trot along
to Knotbury, grey skies but no rain (yet). The heavy skies speed up
the onset of dusk.
As I approach the tall steps at the top of the fields past Holt to
cross the A54 Charlie appears. It transpires he made a wrong turn
around Booth farm. He soon goes ahead. We meet again at Cumberland
cottage which I reach without needing a torch and I'm soon out and
continue down whilst Charlie changes his socks. Amazingly in his large
rucksack he's carrying a spare pair of shoes as he didn't know what
the underfoot conditions would be like. Soon down the track and on to
the road without switching my head torch on but Charlie is well
equipped and he comes past me for the fourth time, with head torch and
rear light blazing. Apart from a distant sighting at Kerridge-end
that's the last I see of Charlie until the finish.
What a slog around the roads to Walker Barn which for a change is a
bit incognito with no gazebo and lights outside. Keep going keep going
I urge myself, only one check point to click now. And so descend off
the moors in the dark, gradually leaving the heights and coolness of
the evening behind down Bull-Hill Lane and then Lidgetts Lane. The
view towards Manchester's lights partly is obscured by the low
cloud. Eventually the quiet of the Macclesfield canal is reached,
sheltered from any breeze. Jog along the Towing path until bridge 25
appears, turn the corner and the CP and a number of people are there,
which makes a change from the normal lone marshal and camper van.
Middlewood Way: trudge. As in previous years I go for the Wood Lanes
approach. On these lanes when I take a drink it instantly reacts with
my stomach which deposits its contents whilst I crouch and a few
minutes are lost. On we go, not far now, Coppice lane, A523, and near
the scout hut my daughter waits to welcome me back, great. 11:30,
11th, not bad. Such a relief to finish this year.
Registration - speeded up significantly this year with the
introduction of online entry and various computer systems. This is
followed by the kit check. Check point arrivals are updated online
during the course of the event.
Julian, Paul and the author on the first ascent of the day in Lyme
Park on the way to CP1, Bowstones.
(left)
James Scott-Buccleuch, with tally card to hand looking relaxed and
thoughtful before the start (just going through the route in his
mind?).
The author just after finishing.
Nigel Aston (8 starts)
Photo credits: Jane Aston, Nick Ham, Paul Rushworth