Untitled - Dark Peak Fell Runners

RESULTS1. Jane 2 2 . 2 4 , Chris 2 2 . 0 8 , tony F. 18.34, Martin 21.04 = 84.102. Chez 23.51, Geoff 2 3 . 1 7 , Bob 1. 19.09, Bob B. 19.32 = 85.493. Kay 24.36, Bob S. 24.38, Dave S. 20.11, Pete C. 21.16 • 90.314. Gerry 24.17, Billy 20.44, Steve C. 25.01!!, John 21.43 = 91.455. Wendy 26.48, John E. 26.09, Melvin 20.42, Tony T. 20.20 - 93.516. Trish 25.46, Pete K. 2 3 . 0 9 , Andy M. 19.0B, David K. 26.22 = 94.257. Joan 25.30, Griff 23.42, Colin 24.26,'Pete 23.25 = 97.03I think the results are accurate but the weather conditions maderecording sliyhtly difficult. The organiser accepts stringent checksof headwear were allowed to slip; the sodden rat, Kay's wig, may wellhave won the hat prize. Dropped hats certainly robbed team's of vitalstenths of seiunds and baton practise is advised for next yearsadventure. Thanks for all those? who braved real fell running weather!AndrewHarmer* * * * * * * * * * * * * . . * * k * » • » . * * I***********************************1.1 MM 1984Hailstones bounced cH f the grass, gales wracked Ladybower Torand we froze down at Cutthroat Bridge. Fortunately that was the weekbefore, when we had a short fell relay. By Saturday afternoon, in theKarrimor, it proved a pleasant picnic spot! When chocolate biscuitsand homemade tiffin were eagerly consumed.I don't really know how much sleep I got the night before, butit wasn't much. I had several things on my mind and that bloody maphad got me all ryled up. I went to a great folk club in the RivelinValley that night to get away fron. the the map but it was still therewhen I got home and any amounl of carbo-1oading guinness couldn't stopmi.- from wondering if (1 or even the myriad of brooksaround Laund Clough (CH).What a morning it was, as the sun came up over the frostedroads, and blue skies smiled down. But a bit of clag would havehelpful on Known areas; but what a day to savour. By checkpoint 2,near Kinder Low, we had been out nearly 3 hours; I knew then that myfirst Karrimor would be on the long side! The trees under Bamford Edgewere gorgeous in their full autumnal glory, but hell this was one bitof trespass that legitimatly we could forget. It was cruel. The strollalong Derwent Edge was pleasant if a bit boring and at least onesensed as the cakes of Bread loomed up that we had cracked it. Whowould have thought that the following day we would be treading LostLad's shoulders' yet again, this time in mist with the oozey mud at:s yiiest.Watching the lights coming down the hillside as we brewed uponce, again made the nectar taste all the sweeter; I might have chokedto death hail I known one of the club members had sprinted from EdaleCross to Win Hill without going to Blackden. He shall remain nameless,26