Andy, Sarah and I entered this English Championship and British Championship race recently. Being a champs race meant that ordinary people such as me can line up with the top fell-racers on equal terms; not many sports where this is the case.
However, the equality ceases as soon as the starting gun goes off…
It was fairly cold: on the top there was snow on the ground and hail fell on top, but the temperature was good for running.
It was a tough run, the longest fell race I have done and with real hills. I can make up ground on scrambles – up and down, because rock doesn’t worry me – but proper runners pass me on flat bits all the time 🙂
Thank you for including cake
The first pic looks like a battle scene from Braveheart!