Untitled - Dark Peak Fell Runners

junior title in a neilbiting -finish at Butte-- Oao. Male
Patterson performed superbly in all the races he participated in
(including the International in Italy.) and one wonders whether
if he tool: it seriously he could beat fenny Stuart and give Dark
Peat: a clean sweep of the mens titles. In fact thinking about
the female talent (mmmhh!!) there's no reason why we shouldn't
take the lot!
So what about the team? Well, I reckon our participation
was a success. We finished 5th out of about 30 clubs. 1 m sure
no one felt under pressure to race for the club so the majority
of the objections were unfounded. In fact surely it gave more
purpose and pleasure than any problems it would have caused.
Being someone who is never going to win an individual
prize (my ambition is to get one championship point, lust one.)
one thing I can really aspire to is a place in the Dark Feak
(ram. This means nothing in terms of Kudos or gain, it is p u r e l y
an added satisfaction to aim at in a race, and to represent the
club in a constructive way. To us scrubbers it is a valuable *nd
upliftina facet to our running which anyone in the club can aim
• t, deornding on who turns lid at the various races.
Many members counted in Dark Peaks excel 1 ant performance
In this years championship. I don't have a comnrehensive list
but obviously people, other than the ones mentioned earlier,
like Andy Harmer, Tony Farnel1 ne'e major contributors, but the
*lso-rans like Neil Goldsmith, Nigel Robinson, Fete Griffies,
D*ve Livesey and myself, all counted in various races c-s well as
inure obvious candidates like our noble Eddie Tor", Dave Sant,
Gr ahan> Berry etc.... Even Dick Howarth undoubtedly ou r ;ned other
1 i'hhi 1 ', further down the field. He missed the team bv only one
place at Moel Siabod 1
All helped to give Dark F'eak its high position in the
championship and can rightly feel a measure of pride and purpose
in their personal achievement. They were the men on the day.
Long live team races!
Alan
Evans.
TOUR OF PENDLE : OCT '84.
Well you know well enough my love of Fendle ant the
Bowl and area to the north, so 1 wont write on that theme
further, except to say thet the Curlew's call haunted the fells,
the air was bright and expectation filled my senses. What a day
for a run.
Will McLewin arrivinng in his Dark F'eak Road Show threw
me. He was there at least half an hour before the start' Evan so
I composed myself as we rattled away up the valley. The early
pace was viscious, so much so that Taylor, Irwin and Rowlinson
all bonked over the last sections.
At the top of Bighill 4 I was in 5th spot and feeling
good, but the hard walking sections took: their toll and I
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