Christmas day ride

Fabulous ride to the fire station near San Rafael to see Vincenç at work. Alguien tiene que trabaja :)

Full sus

Back on the Santa Claus for the moment. A good steady weekend of mtb, downs link on Saturday and a tour of the hills on Sunday.

Birthday Chips

Today we rode to Barnes Green via the downs link on the mtb's for my birthday meal of chips!!

Boxhill

I left Dorking in thick fog only to burst through the ceiling into the sunlight at the top of Boxhill. Dorking is under there somewhere :)

Sunday Ride

Today we did a similar ride to Tuesday, I got lost a little bit, but it was essentially the same route. The weather was fabulously foggy and fabulously sunny in equal measures, with temperature a mild 11C! Autumn is dragging it's feet into winter in a most agreeable manner.

Epsom loop

Still very dry! We did a shortish off road ride to reinstate Jane's skills as she hasn't ridden off road for a while.

Tuesday mtb

No Roger today, But with PF as a substitute we had a good ride around the downs on firm trails in the autumn sunshine 2.44 and 44 km.

Winter

As the leaves turn orange and then brown and are swept away by the easterlies (or by those stupid noisy blower things that a certain type of man feels compelled to own bah!) , a different bike appears on the roads.... The winter bike. Here is a spy pic of my neighbour's fabulous mudguard bedecked creation that puts my best bike to shame. :)

Rides

Back to steady road rides recently. Sunday was the longer route to Barnes Green, a place that I normally loathe. But we sat in the sun and used the free weefee to blog. The whole place has had a make over and is a bit nicer, especially the free weefee. :)

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weekend mtb rides

Two ride this weekend:

Saturday hard mtb with Paul

Sunday recovery with JD and Greg.

Tuesday othg

Tough today......ufff!

Sunday - Park and Ride

Park: at 10.30 we parked ourselves at the side of the road to see the practice event for the Olympic road race.

Ride: 10 minutes later we were on our way to Redhill Aerodrome for brunch. The place was buzzing not only with the usual baby planes but there was also a helicopter fayre with "fun flights" and, in the neighbouring field, a steam rally with a variety of vintage vehicles.

Life is all go here in Surrey:)

Juanita

Saturday ride

This morning, once I'd finally been prised out of bed, we rolled out on one of Raymond's Tuesday Rides to Harting.
The GPS worked perfectly and wound us through tiny backwaters, quiet lanes barely one car wide with a few steep kicks and rolling downs.
After a re-fuel of coke, coffee and tea-cakes we retraced our route home, minus gilets and arm warmers as the skies had cleared and the temperature soared to 24'

juanita

Othg

Today's destination was Hartfield via the way we usually return. It was quick today, with Andy leading the charge on all of the hills. It felt a bit cold for me and my legs didn't warm up until the last few k's

Ibiza Agosto

I had a nice week in Ibiza mountain biking last week. I spent the first few days riding with Jane's sister who has recently taken up biking. On the Wednesday I met up with the guys from Kandani a group from the local bike shop that I often ride with when I'm in Santa Eulalia. Wednesday was a reasonably paced mtb ride of around two hours. I hung around near the front with the quicker guys who attacked everything, all of the singletrack, every rise and each technical section. The others complained a bit every now and then and the group would ease up. Only to split again on the next technical section or climb. At the end a couple of the faster guys - Jose and Toni asked if I fancied a ride the next evening too as they were training for a Transalpine event. Me and another guy, Cesar from Leon also on holiday, said yes. This was a much faster paced ride and great fun, with a few big climbs chucked in too. At the end of the ride they said we had to come for a ride the next day too, because the club had organised a big ride for Santa Maria's day!





The Santa Maria ride was straight to the opposite side of the island with a couple of big bumps and lots of caminos in between.




The temperature was nudging the mid 30's on the big climbs to the rocky coast and even the locals were complaining of the heat!




We grabbed a quick coke from a cafe at the bottom of the hill. I was surprised at the brevity of the stop, they were setting off before I'd downed my can of coke.



The last 10 km or so saw the pace start to lift on the caminos and back lanes as we approached Santa Eulalia. Me and one of the younger guys Ernesto, managed to get a gap on one of the rises coming into to town( well, he did all of the work and I held on:)) I got to the front to do a bit and he called me back as we passed 'Servifruit' a fruit wholesalers. This was owned by Pascual one of the riders from Wednesday night and he's promised everyone some ice cold water melon at the end of the ride.




We eased up for the others and we all piled into Pasqui's chiller room to get out of the heat. Then he came through and chopped up some huge red water melons... delicious :)

tuesday ride - othg

After a kicking from my neighbour last Wednesday, a kicking on Saturday from the Alphas, a slapping on Sunday from my mtb buddies, I was expecting another from the othg! But no, it was a fabulously steady ride. Eric and Alan got on the front for a lot of it and kept the pace down and we all chatted as we rode through the beautiful Kent countryside to Four Elms. Sometimes I forget that we can take it easy, though I wouldn't want to do it too often as my average heart rate was only 115bpm :)

It was nice to ride with Bob Maylin once again, he was one of the original 'bad boys' of the Tuesday rides. Always kicking off on the hills, usually after eating a banana.

Coming back was a similar affair. All in all a lovely recovery ride

sunday ride

Julie came for a ride today and brought cakes! Jane is away and now I feel sick. She also brought along her fabulous new bike. A Trek nine series with full xtr, I felt sick then too!



We,that is me Paul and JD, did a classic sundayriders ride: Up over Leith for some singletrack and Jane's impossible climb, over to Holmbury via the tough climbs of Jolwynds and Telegraph. We did some singletrack here and watched a bit of the Surrey off road half marathon and cheered them on a bit too. Then we rolled back to catch the tdf.

The roads and trails were strangely devoid of people.

Wednesday surprise ride

I haven't felt much like riding this week, but this morning Mathew suggested a quick easy spin around the Wisborough Green circuit. It hurt solidly for three hours, we averaged 18mph and my heart rate averaged 154 bpm which for me is 88% uff! I tried out some new cranks, which I think were a little bit closer than I normally use. The main aches after the ride were not in my legs but my buttocks...interesting! I need bigger buttocks :)

Dodging the showers

No mtb today, we nipped out and tried to avoid the showers. It chucked it down whilst we were in Starbucks!

Strangers in the night

Whirring and panting in the middle of the night :) I'm sure there'll be butt kicking on the next othg ride :)

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Alan

Saturday 2nd July

Today we went to see the llamas, we followed the GPS route through leafy Surrey lanes, grungy Horley suburbs, up past Tulleys Farm on long forgotten roads from my days on Thursday club runs. Then it was new territory for me, rolling roads with fabulous big ring blasts to Wych Cross. I didn't actually see the llamas as it was a choice between the entrance fee and the discovery of wheat free, gluten free, vegan chocolate chip and lemon zest cookies. I ate the cookies whilst looking at the photos of the llamas on the wall:)
The home trip took us past the resevoirs of Ardingly where the pleasure of steep swooping descents were matched by the pain of leg burning sharp climbs, through Balcombe (a favourite old haunt) and back to familiarity as we hit the time trial blast home from Rusper. A fine day out in balmy weather.

Jane

Friday July 1st

My day off and I wake at 7am, bright as a button! This must be taken advantage of so I jump into my cycling gear and haul my surprised bike out for a trip to Cripplegate. It feels like ages since I've been off-road and summer has sprung, 20mph hill was dripping in wild sweetpeas and The Roughs were resplendantly green with field upon field of ...!!.... hemp plants !! rad lane and 'Twix were still a bit damp but nothing to slow me down too much and after the scary-fast descent into Cranleigh I'd been out for an hour. Hmm, if I get a clear run down the DownsLink I could be on for a good time - I decide to try it and adopt my best time-trial position, get in my biggest gear and graunch away. There were a few early morning dog walkers, runners and horse riders around but notwithstanding I arrived at the Lake in a PB of 1.48:)


It's too early for the cafe to be open so I eat an energy bar in the sunshine and head back for a steady ride home. As I pass the caravan site at Slinfold, campers are cooking their breakfasts and the aroma of baked beans makes me hungry. I make a quick scan of the site just in case Raymond, LCO and Growler are miraculously there waiting for me in our tent:) They're not so I carry on, up HorseBlock which was surprisingly painless and arrive home with a trip time of 3.51 and a good 52 miles in my legs.

Jane

tuesday ride - othg

The Llama Farm




Today I met with the 'over the hill gang' from Betchworth. We were due to go to the cafe at Four Elms, but Steve offered to take another group to the Llama Farm. I was intrigued, so I went with them :)
The cafe was quite nice, and the Llamas lived outback in a sort of Llama bedsit with pictures of their relatives on the wall.

We had a little bit of warm rain on the return journey, and some loud thunder! I was a little bit scared, but I'm learnig to man up a bit!

A nice steady 90km on the road bike.

El Extreme '11

This is the third year that I've entered the Extreme and from the registration form I can see something's changed. In order to compete in the Extreme event you now have to be federated, which I take to mean have a racing licence. I do not possess a licence so the alternative is a secondary race for non-federated competitors - same course, same distance(65km), same rules. Being stingy by nature I'm loathed to shell out for a licence that I won't need or use other than for this one day so the marcha turista event it is, the only other difference is that there is no 40+ catagory so I'll be mixing it with the youngsters. Raymond has a race licence so has entered the federated race in the 50+catagory. One advantage this has is that Raymond can now ride his own race without feeling obliged to stay with me. We pick up our goody bags and dorsales: yellow for la marcha, red for federated girls and oldies and green for the senior blokes

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Race morning dawns with clear blue skies and we drive to St Josep and gather in the campo de futbol, after a few warm up laps we group ourselves at the start line, the federated race was due to begin at 9am with the non-feds starting at 9.15 so Raymond moved forwards and I hang back with the yellows. The obligatory firecrackers denote the start and it's once around the campo before hitting the main road into town. It soon becomes obvious that us yellows will be in the way so we just tag on the end and just keep going - it seems the staggered start idea has been abandoned. Fortunately Raymond doesn't realise this. I settle in for a steady-fast Sunday Ride, working hard enough to be breathless but keeping out of lactic territory. This pace is fast enough to overtake many people on the initial road section and meant that I had a fairly clear path down the first rocky descent. Somewhere in the past few months I've grown to love loose rocky trails and I begin to pick people off on the downhills, something of a novelty:) All too soon the path starts to climb and deposits us at the start of the first climb - a steep hike-a-bike to wake the legs and lungs up, I am blessed with 7 league legs and pass quite a few people here too. The descent is a steep gravel hairpinned camino and to my surprise I'm not retaken by all the guys I've just passed.
Undulating rough caminos lead onto the next climb - a fairly technical drag to reach the first avituallamente. It's on this climb that I pass Maria from Mallorca, I think this disturbs her as she squeezes past at the crest of the hill but I blat past her on the fast rocky downhill. we trade places again as the descent turns to fine gravel fireroad but she's looking on the limit and as we reach the bottom I tell her that I'm in the other race and not direct competition, I offer her my wheel on the tarmac section, through the rivebed singletrack and then she passes as I grab an energy bar. Too busy eating I miss a turning and by the time I've backtracked she's out of sight. The next climb is one of my favourites Sa Capalleta, it rises in steps then gets steep but has a good line as long as no one gets in your way and it leads to the second stop and signature control. Next comes a wide gravel track descent with a sneaky sharp left, up and you are thrown into a rocky gulley and some fast furious singletrack which spits you onto a fabulous downhill road section of swooping bends - I pretend I'm Valentino Rossi but then decide that I should probably be Jorge Lorenzo, grinning widely.



Police stop traffic on the main road and it crosses into undulating gravel tracks interspersed with rocky singletrack and the odd bit of tarmac. Suddenly I'm powering through the lanes in Kent and really enjoying the ride. I've had someone on my wheel for ages and here I turn to see it's Senor otra vez! I smile and say hello we chat a little then he pulls away on the flat section, he's a powerful bloke! As I try to keep him in sight I notice my bike feels a little wayward and to my dismay my back tyre is soft, I pump it up and ask a marshall how far to the next stop - only 3km, it might make it. The route drops down to a notoriously wet riverbed crossing which given all the recent rain is inexplicably dry and a short hike-a-bike climb. My tyre is soft again so I set about changing it, I expected a pinch from my bonkers descending but it was a hole worn through by the tyre liner (my last 3 or 4 punctures at home have been identical) my spare has been carried around with me for probably 5 years as I've never before punctured in Ibiza, the valve was sticky and making it hard to inflate, some MasterGym guys offered to help and one squirt from a CO2 canister and it was up and running.
Back on track it was a smooth road down to the 3rd check and chip timing zone. I grab a drink and squeeze my tyre, not quite as hard as it had been or am I paranoid? I pump it to bursting point and set off up a rough narrow track with some little drops and nasty sharp ups that sap legs and burn lungs. Then it's the climb that provokes fear in the most hardy minds: Puig D'en Serra a ridiculously steep and interminable rippled concrete climb. Towards the top I pass Jo we are both surprised to see each other. I am pushing it a bit as I think if I have got a slow leak the quicker I can get to the finish the better, after the climb is another technical descent and again I feel a bit insecure, at the bottom I pump my slightly saggy tyre back up and tackle the next climb over a chain fence and the fast descent to the 4th and final checkpoint. Another re-pump and it's the final S'attalaya climb , a wide camino with the most spectacular views and a gradient to tempt you into the middle ring and graunch away. Once at the top it's just a matter of a bonkers downhill course to the finish, a very narrow, rock and root infested trail with a vertiginous drop to the right - completely off camber for me as I tend to get my right foot out if stopping suddenly. I ride some, scoot some, and walk some, aware that my tyre won't like much rocky impact. Two 6 foot rocky steps to negotiate and then it's downhill on smooth tarmac for the last kilometre to the campo. I have to take the bends with care but the tyre gets me home in a time of 4.32.



I've lost at least 10-15mins between punctures and wrong turns but it's enough to be first girl in the non-feds and I get a podium appearance and trofeo. It would also have got me the top step in the 40+ federated competition and to my chagrin would have placed me 3rd girl overall which came with a £100 cheque prize. On the other hand Raymond raced his own race, had I been in the same race he would have felt encumbered and he finished first in his catagory beating the Balearic 50+ champeon into the bargain. That meant a lot to him, would I have swapped the money for the smile on his face? every time. Memo for next race - take a spare tube that hasn't passed it's use by date!

Juanita

A king with no crown.

Sant Josep Extreme


Sant Josep Extreme
This is third time that I've raced 'El Extrem' An annual 65km mountain bike race around the hills of San Josep in Ibiza. This time I was racing alone, as Jane hadn't got her racing licence and the rules had changed since last year. This year you had to be federated, as it was also the Balears Enduro Championship. They were running a non federated race alongside starting 15 minutes later, and Jane was racing in this. As it turned out later they'd dropped the 15 minutes later thing and Jane hadn't known and so had rocked up at the back for the start.



It didn't start well, during my warm up around the 'campo de futbol' my gears began jumping . This panicked me and suddenly everything felt wrong: my tyres felt soft, my fork didn't feel right and I wasn't sure if I'd eaten enough. The firecrackers went off on the other side of the field and we set off for a preliminary once around the campo before exiting and up the first road climb through Sant Josep. - I wanted a good start to get into the rocky singletrack descents, that I knew came immediately we turned off road. I didn't want to get held up by any weak descenders or in crashes caused by the more courage than skill guys :)- So, I went as hard as I could to hold on to as near to the front as possible. At about 25 minutes in I felt stuffed, my legs were shaking and my stomach felt a bit queasey. We hit the first 'hike-a-bike' section- a 1km long steep section of loose rocks at over 30% in parts. I struggled up this managing to overtake a couple of riders, thanks to my hiking weekends in Wales :) The next descent was another fabulous hairpin loose rockfest. I tagged onto the back of the elite female balears champion, when I felt something hit my calf and bounce off the chain stay. I thought 'my pump?' and stopped and saw that my saddle bag had unzipped and my mini tool had fallen out, luckily my tube was still hanging in there. Fifteen people passed me before I got going ....arrgh! I was beginning to hate this race. My handling was still pretty good and I caught the back of a group of riders and rode with them up the next climb. The check point at the top was water only and I grabbed a cup and missed, spilling it all down my front! It felt good so I did it again :) I set off before the others, because I knew this descent, a fast gravel fire road which then became a series of rollers all the way to the next climb. I started to feel good and found the big ring :)



At the top of the climb I poured more water over myself and set off fast. Some more fast rocky singletrack and a big stepped rocky descent followed. I was overtaking more and more riders, until I took a right turn and realised that I hadn't seen a marker for a few minutes. Damn, I turned back and 500 metres later I got back on the course. I was still feeling good and pushed on once again overtaking all of those I'd already passed before. As I approached the penultimate climb, I hooked up with a very old looking guy and guessed that he must be in my category :) I tested him on the first bit of the climb and then attacked, if attacking is the right word. Puig d'en Serra is two kilometers of 20% average, but I pulled away from him in my granny gear anyway :) Puig d'en Serra is a sort of graveyard of cyclists staring ahead walking their bikes in the sun, it felt good to pass them ;) Another great descent and 5km of rolling climbing to the foot of the last climb Sa Talaia - 2.5 km of 10% gravel track. I grabbed a coke and tipped more water into my jersey at the bottom and set off. I was still feeling good and immediately reeled in a couple of riders and set my sights on a group up ahead.



As I gained on them I noticed that one of them was wearing an Espalmador jersey from Formentera. I remembered that there were two Espalmador riders in my category. The first 2km of the last descent is a very technical singletrack with no chance of passing. As we crested the climb, I attacked hard across the short ridge to get to the descent before him. this descent is very scary and I would rather have walked most of it. At times it's a a couple of feet wide, with large roots and loose ball bearing sized stones plus a large drop to the right. Halfway down is a fallen tree.I dismounted and as I climbed over, I noticed that he was right behind me. Back on the bike and the next obstacle was a series of odd shaped rocky steps and I chanted to myself 'speed is my friend, speed is my friend' and somehow cleared them. I looked back and a couple of younger guys were on my wheel , so my rival must have walked that section. It felt better to have a buffer and I rode hard through the next singletrack opening a gap on the guys behind me. All that was left now was a 1 km downhill through the town on the road to the finish. Big ring and chain fully to the right, I was cutting corners as close to the police traffic marshalls as I dared. One last glimpse over my shoulder as I entered the campo de futbol and he was out of sight. I crossed the line at 4 hours 2 minutes. I felt a bit disappointed to go over four hours, which I felt I would have made if I hadn't taken a wrong turn :(
I showered and came back to see that the results were up and I was first in my category! I wasn't sure how it had happened, I felt that I'd had a rubbish first half of the race, but once I'd relaxed and chilled the nerves a bit, I had ridden fast. I'd pulled back eight minutes on the second placed guy from the 47 km timing point to the finish at 65km Later at the awards, he was crowned Balears master 50 champion. He's a great rider and a nice guy. I think that if he'd realised that I was so close behind on the last climb, he would have attacked and beaten me. So a bit of luck came my way and I made the top step!




Jane had two punctures and still finished first in her race and would have won the master female catagory and come third overall in the federated race :)

Bank holiday Monday extra ride :)

After nice steady off road ride with jd yesterday, we decided on a mtb on the road ride to Four Elms.

The trip to Four Elms is a nice rolling ride through east Surrey into Kent. There are no real hills to speak of, so it's a fairly high pace steady hard. It turned out to be warmer than we thought and just after Betchworth Jane took off her gilet and knee warmers. At the tea stop we sat outside in the sunshine and I took off my leg warmers for the first time this year!!! (in this country)

A good three and a half hours on the bike. Later we discovered that Jane had burnt her legs.... Again!

Tuesday ride

Not much time today, so I could only get an hour before work. So, I did the Coomb Botty ride. Standing on the hills today.

weekend mtb

Saturday - Me and Jane did our 'on the road mtb' ride to Camelia Botnar. This is a great ride for pushing hard as there is a series of short sharp rises in the last section. We attack these hard and and as there is little chance of recovery between each one, it makes an excellent interval ride. We then ride steady hard on the return. This week was a particularly hard and excellent session.

Sunday - Paul came for a steady ride around the downs. He'd just got back from the Rally di Romagna with a lot of climbing, so we stayed off the hills :)

Jane saw a massive fungus!

Tuesday mtb

I needed to stretch my legs a bit today, so I went of to Cripplegate Lake via the Downslink. I had intended to do a steady four hours, but was a bit quicker than I thought I'd be and did it in three hours forty something :)

I had a puncture at speed at the front today and almost lost control. It was a brand new tube on Sunday and the reason it deflated so quickly was that the valve seat had pulled out! This happened on Saturday too, I think that they were both Halfords cheapo tubes.

weekend mtb rides

Saturday - A tough three hours to Camilia Botnar on the mtb's on the road. Jane was pushing hard on the hills and I was having a bit of trouble staying on her wheel. :)

Just into Colgate at the end of Tower hill, we passed three oldish road guys getting back on their bikes after what looked like a mechanical/puncture. I shouted 'everything ok' and they said yes. A few minutes later, I could see them chasing fast. Me and Jane gave a bit of a dig on the next rise, but the first guy came past very fast and shouted 'Come on lads' Jane shouted 'I'm a girl'. I jumped after him and just managed to get his wheel as we crested the rise. I noticed his mates get on my wheel and we were gone!We hit the next climb and he started to falter and the other two attacked for the summit. I didn't think that I had much chance on the mountain bike, but I went around the first guy and jumped between the two and took the sprint!!! One of them shouted 'you young bugger' I apologised and said that I couldn't resist. We all shook hands and patted backs etc and I eased over to the side of the road to wait for Jane. But she was right behind us!!... I was hoping for a rest because I thought I was going to throw up!

This seemed to open up my legs a bit and we pushed hard to Camelia Botnar.


Sunday - Was to be a steady climbing off road ride, I didn't feel good from the start and we only managed two hours before we came home. It was a great route though and I want to have another go this weekend. Jane put the hammer down across Ranmore Road, and I struggled to get her wheel. Just as I got to her wheel, I saw her chain clunk to the smallest sprocket and she began to hand me some serious pain. :)

Ben Nevis

Richie had suggested that we walk Ben Nevis as a plan that he had of walking all of the highest peaks of England,Scotland and Wales. It also means that we bag our first Munroe. Ben Nevis 1344m, Snowdon 1085 and Scafell Pike 978 (Ireland has mount Brandon at 952)

So, me, Richie, Bob and Mark had made our way to Fort William for a couple of days, allowing ourselves a couple of days to select one with the best weather.The plateau is snowbound six months of the year and has cloud cover for n average of 300 days! We set off in a mild drizzle from Achintee Farm on the Mountain track, previously called the 'Tourist route' , or the pony track as it was created in the 19th century to serve the observatory at the top using ponies.

The first part of the climb ascends the Meall an t-Suidhe this part is mainly large rocky stepped hairpins as it winds around the shoulder of the mountain.



It wasn't particularly steep, but was relentless. The next col is where Ben Nevis starts properly and we crossed the waterfall after passing Lochan Meall an t-Suidhe.




Now we start the final eight hairpins and it becomes a series of massive head winds forcing you backwards and then as you round the bend a massive tailwind pushing you up the mountain :) for a stretch here the path all but disappears and it becomes a huge jumble of large, odd shaped rocks.



Toward the end of the hairpins, the red granite gave way to the black basalt and it started to get colder.



We also started to see some patches of snow, which I found very exciting and couldn't resist putting my footprints in :)We then followed the cairns, which looked like large shadowy Daleks fading in and out of view as the mist and clouds parted and then closed.



The weather began to close in as we ascended through the snow line and visibility became quite poor. Next we met the steep snow section, called Maclean's Steep. (after the contractor who built the track) This bit was great fun,as the snow was quite deep and slippery.



As we crested, we could see the cornice of snow on the north face. This where people can become lost in the snow and stumble off the edge.



The final push saw us reach the summit and we crawled in the the shelter, the highest accommodation in Britain!!!



Our mistake here was to spend too much at the summit. When we left the hut to take the summit photos, I was already shaking with the cold. My hands had become numb and I was feeling a little bit unwell. I was concerned that I could get into trouble and had to descend very quickly. I started off heading down and shortly Mark passed me at speed, saying that he too was in trouble. I tucked in behind him and we set off at quite a speed. We caught another guy and let him pace us down the mountain.




It was a good half an hour before I started to feel warmer, and once out of the cloud cover it was a reasonable day! :) We eased up once we were warm and saw Richie and Bob talking to a couple near the waterfall. Unknown to us, Bob had tripped and sprained his ankle. So they had to take their time.

At the bunkhouse we had a coffee and watched the track through the window for any sign of Richie and Bob. Once they arrived we set off back to the hotel, whereupon we donned kilts and danced the night away!


I was a great trip and great fun hiking with Richie, Bob and Mark. I even went to a pub!!!! Maybe next time I'll have a drink too!






The next trip is in the planning stage and will be Scafell