Tuesday, July 31

Hip-Pack Competition

Hey. That big round yellow thing is back in the sky again! So surely some hot and sultry nights on the way?

And hopefully time for a night out to set the bar high for the 2006 comp.

Sods law really. The summer I decide a bare bones night out would make a good fun challenge, is the same season where ducks smile, and wellies are no longer a fashion statement, but an essential item of summer apparel.

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SCOTLAND TRIP: Final Thoughts

1. I only covered 20 or so miles of the Western Highlands, but the impression I was left with was of space, height and emptiness. The hills were high. But the ascents themselves were all the more challenging as most routes seemed to started from near sea level.


A fellow blogger on his first Lakeland visit commented on how close everything seemed to be, which led to a rich variety of views and valleys. Having experienced the highlands I can definitely see the contrast. The distances involved and routes are all on a much bigger scale and it would be easy to underestimate this when trip planning safe at home. But it leads to some amazing ridge walks. On a view north from Pap I could see a 8-10 mile ridge walk just crying out for a visit and wildcamping. Water on the hills is also extremely plentiful.


2. One factor that really struck me, again in comparison with Lakeland route finding, was the scarcity of information on the OS map.


Paths were plentiful enough on the hillside, but not that well marked, if at all, on the map.


I'd not taken the opportunity to look at any route guidebooks, and I suspect a few quid spent on a few of the better references works would be a great help.


3. The quality of light and clear air resulted in some incredible views, when weather permitted. A contrast resulting probably from the general lack of cars/pollution, a fact rarely realised south of the border. And suddenly striking home.


4. The Red Squirrel campsite (northwards along the road from Glen Coe SYHA) not only has flat pitches, with plenty of tree shade, but also is one of the few places I've found that still allows an open fire (A pity that one ejit on Sunday night thought it a good idea to fuel his fire by breaking branches off the roadside trees!)


I'm sure I spotted a Caravan and Camping Club sign, but it doesn't seem to be listed on their website.


5. The SYHA system, from my limited usage reminded me more of the English YHAs of 15+ years ago. The hostels are basic but comfortable. For the walker they provide much of what we expect of any budget self catering accommodation.


But there's an air of decay about the places with noticeable low staffing levels.


However an adult SYHA membership for two years at £14 is still less than just one years membership of it's English counterpart at £15.95. Which of course gives you access to the English hostels as part of the International YHA scheme.

Personally I'll look at taking a membership out when considering a further trip to Scotland purely for the handbook and planning it helps with.

Comparative costs:
SCOTLAND: Total = £175 (Air £120; Train/Coach:£52); Trip time 12+ hours
LAKE DISTRICT: Total = £110 (Train/bus); Trip time 7+ hours


And finally......

The train journey Glasgow to Fort William was undoubtedly the highlight of the trip. A splendid introduction to the wilds of Scotland, and the potential jump off points as a start for future trips. Heartily recommended.


Will I return? Most definitely.

And who knows. With a little more exposure to the heather 'n midges and I can even hear the call of the TGO Challenge in the not too distant future. Once I've had a better acquaintance of the land as a wildcamper. Hmmmm. A tasty world.


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Monday, July 30

SCOTLAND TRIP: DAY 5 Mon 16/7

And so farewell to the Scottish Hills. For the present.


As an alternative to the train trip up, the journey back to Glasgow was to be via coach from Glen Coe junction.
A 'Good Plan' when researching the transport. But on the day it resulted in several hours kicking my heels around Glen Coe, mostly in a steady down pour. But despite the damp the scenery remained stunning. An invitation to return with thoughts starting of further trips.

And possibly something a litle bigger planned as a suitable personal celebration in 2009.

(Glen Coe Massacre monument)

The trip up the A82 through the Glen Coe valley is impressive even amongst thick cloud and rain and undoubtedly even more amazing in clear weather. But the coach trip itself was jerky and uneven, with no time to absorb the changing landscape. The natural bonhomie that existed between the train passengers was totally missing amongst the coach's passengers.

True the trip took half the time. But it's not the speed of the journey that counts.


And finally to Glasgow airport and the usual hanging around. Looking at the construction work taking place at the scene of the recent terrorism. And wondering how on earth those concerned expected to drive a car into a building when it required a ninety degree turn off the roadway to get to it.

Security remained tight. But it did occur, to a couple of us as we gathered in the main hall, surrounded by large backpacks, amongst a lengthening queue leading up to the check-in, that there were easier ways to achieve serious carnage, given an individual with extreme convictions and a limited view of their own mortality (and I see someone else has had the same thought since) But no one from security gave us a glance as we ended our weary way through the process to the flight back south.

And that's the trip, with a quick round-up left on costs and tips/thoughts left to come.

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Blimey - something to watch on TV!

It's rare I choose to relax by sitting down to watch TV, excepting the occasional film or TV series.

For me there's been a general dumbing down of UK TV for far too long, speeded up with the arrival of niche audience targeting as digital/satellite came on stream. Or democratising the viewer choice as I think the visual media like to call it. But that's no excuse for crap like Big Brother (Does anyone under 30 actually remember the relevance of that phrase I wonder?) Less TV for the masses, more like TV for an income stream.

So it was with some surprise I spent two hours on Sunday evening watching the excellent BBC1 Mountain, skipping over for BBC4's new series of Wainwright Walks and staying to watch the presenter from Mountain communicate his love of the rural landscape in A Pembrokeshire Farm.

But I'm sure you savvy folk have already picked up on all this already. Little matter the difference of content and presentation. Its just so good to see the wilder countryside get this sort of peak time coverage with a degree of positivity, as opposed to being a background for the horror/terrible things are about to happen

Next week - Mountain is off to the Lake District, and WW is off up Catbells and PF will off course remain in Wales.

I've no idea how these gems came to be scheduled together so fittingly. And its even more of a surprise considering that late July/August usually used the holiday season (no-ones watching) excuse to trot out a dire programme schedule.

Catch it while you can. This surely can't last?

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Saturday, July 28

Podcast Bob, Retailing and 'The Big Question'

And whilst we're on the subject of Podcast Bob...........
He earns his daily crust as a independent e-tailer who has quickly gained a reputation for finding/stocking innovative products, some astounding customer service, and actually using the stuff he sells.

In short - he knows what he's talking about out when it comes to backpacking and lightweight outdoor gear. Plus of course setting up a new retail venture via the Internet. And despite lots of big name companies doing the same, it's still by no means an easy thing to do properly (as opposed to just having a website because your competitor has one)

Bob has just updated a thread here when he sought comments on an idea in 2005 to set up his business. Bob's updated it with his experiences since then, and some of the thoughts it raises are already starting to pop up elsewhere in the UK blog sphere.

I've added some comments of my own as the issues raised affect anyone who buys outdoor gear, and more generally our whole approach to retailing in the 21st century whatever the market or product.

Like it or not we in the western world are a consumer society. The basis of western capitalist democracy. Whatever your political tendencies it leaves us in the UK, and surrounding areas historically as something called "The First World". The affluent countries;

I recall the theme from a long ago read SciFi short story about a society where consumption was a statutory requirement, to keep the circle of production/purchase/usage continuing, to prevent a social breakdown.

Despite signs of an awareness of alternatives, and the impact our approach has elsewhere, as a society in general we've never needed a law for this. Its now deeply embedded in our culture and reinforced by the continual and carefully targeted brainwashing, otherwise known as advertising.

I've never intended for this to be a gear blog. There's lots of good ones around, and personally if something works I'll use it. I might even spread the word. But I wouldn't pretend to be a suitable reviewer. Too much hard work to be honest. Its hard enough choosing my own gear from the small range I select on my own criteria, without having to look across the rest of the market as well.

And then there's the cost and access of getting the gear as well to be properly objective. This is an amateur and non commercial site after all.

At this point in my blog's life its a timely juncture for review what this site is all about, at the moment at least.

I learn from my own mistakes. If I can learn from others experiences then that hopefully reduces making similar mistakes myself. Or improving myself, my life, or the way I approach it. Maybe. Actual experience is always a better teacher than a second hand account. But I try to learn and develop.

At the same time my circle of physical acquaintances recognise the outdoor things that I do; May even involve themselves to some extent on the periphery of outdoor activity, to follow their own interest. But mostly they either don't share or don't understand,my level of involvement and what's actually involved, or why it works for me.

My initial posts were an attempt to communicate this interest, not from a gear/route viewpoint, but more from a how and why. A perspective on an approach. Mine; A chat about what works and what doesn't. For me; And the emotional values of life amongst the hills, or just out walking. As for most of us a small part of a normal, but at times mundane existence. Work, Family, Social obligation etc. As seen from my viewpoint.

Sometimes I strike a chord. Sometimes good things have come out of talking/meeting with like minded individuals. And sometimes its just drivel.

But I hope mostly its thoughtful. Or thought provoking. Because that's the sort of individual I am. Looking behind those commonly accepted truths all around us. Questioning why. Making me far too self reflective at times, but as I age (and hopefully mature) recognising It's My Way, and handling it better than in the past.

I'll never be a sheep, though I've spent many years wandering within various flocks. Or seeming to. Well disguised as so many of us are. Occasionally I find others with similar leanings. Or at least prepared to ask why they feel so frustrated as times in this modern utopia. And yet so happy when 'just out for a walk'

It's a long way from Podcast Bob to that last paragraph. But Bob's communications will do that to me at times, sparking a train of thoughts. Chasing down some of that ever elusive truth.

You swine Bob. I let you do it to me again. And no you can't have a writer's credit.
;-)

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Friedrichshafen Outdoor Trade Fair 2007

For those you didn't known it was taking place (and I plead guilty here) Podcast Bob's 3 podcast coverage gives a good flavour of the more interesting elements of what sounds like a huge occasion (11 halls and 4 days)
The 2006 show had 675 exhibitors from 39 countries, including the world's top 100 brands -so a bit of a big do. And a marked contrast to the vaguely negative feedback, mine included, coming after the last Outdoors Show - the UK's big outdoor extravganza.

Not a huge amount from the lightweight/backpacking representatives, but as you'd expect Bob covers what was there, plus some of the more interesting stands. These downloads, plus may others, from The Outdoors Channel (Podzines 15-17) BTW - they're all free and don't need any sort of subscription.

And for a particularly extensive review of the new products due out over the next 12 months or so, I'd recommend sitting down with a coffee and taking the time to work through the series of articles posted by Lighthiker (aka Blogger with a press pass - lol)

He's spent a lot of time and effort working the show, and pulling his research together afterwards, to extract the good stuff.

Puts my effort to actually finish a simple thing like writing up a trip report to shame. I'm suitably chastened, but in my defence I blame all these blogs and forums to keep up with.

What have we unleashed?

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Friday, July 27

Travel thoughts to keep you wandering, or is that wondering?

I continue trying to find the time to complete the recent trip write up (A fortnight ago already - where did that time go?)

Meanwhile a few quick aphorisms from others far more gifted at making point than me:
  • "The man who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd.The man who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been" (Alan Ashley-Pitt)

And for those peering through thick rain clouds, the batteries on the GPS flat, and the compass left back on the dashboard of the car..........

  • "Alone I wander a thousand miles, and I ask my way from the white clouds" (Maitreya)

  • "I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be" (Douglas Adams)

Plenty more ponderings where these gems came from here.

Should give you something to chew over if the rain gets too much for outdoors fun this weekend.

Mine blog host - Alcock Tarn (Picture copyright Bearded Git)

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Wednesday, July 25

From there, to here, and onwards.........



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Tuesday, July 24

Bearded Git - A blog on the move

An update to the links on the right to reflect BG's blog site relocation.

I really must get round to adding the rest of those outdoor links that keep coming in. Busy times in Outdoor Blogworld.

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SCOTLAND TRIP: DAY 4 Sun 15/7 (Pap of Glen Coe)

Pap of Glen Coe (Sgorr na ciche)
Grid ref: 125 594
Top 742m;
Distance: 3.25 mile
Time: 4 hours

Now who has ever been served a crusty white bread roll as part of a continental breakfast? And a very basic breakfast at that. Well not me. Tomorrow’s decision about hostel or self catering was already made. And not even out of the door yet.

But what a day to greet. Sunny, dry and warming up already as I joined the other social pariahs sucking deep on the first roll-up of the day. Of such times are friendships made and memories made. Possibly.

(Glen Coe SYHA)

Meanwhile a sore right quad muscle still nagging after the previous day’s exercise so another decision easily made. That of not going for the planned trip along the Aonach Eagach ridge. For that little challenge I wanted to be certain that when my foot was placed firmly down, or up for that matter, it stayed supporting my body in its upright position. One I prefer to adopt when walking. And even more so when there’s a scramble involved.

The Pap had looked interesting on the approach to Glen Coe. Guardian of the range, and more importantly standing proud at the end of the long ridge with panoramic views around most points of the compass. And then there is the name – Pap. If ever a hill was more aptly named by its shape or function then this would be it (Unless there’s a hill out there called "a steep and sweaty climb", or the Gaelic equivalent)

For the first half hour or so I was accompanied by a couple of the group that I'd travelled north with, but who also wished to find their own particular enjoyment in the hills today.

Then striking out by myself I had a cunning plan. Take a diagonal across the hillside, aiming off for the edge of a pine woodland enclosure, and then a gentle ridge ascent to the foot of the peak before making the unavoidable scramble up the last 100 m or so.

But as with all best laid plans, they are subject to change, and in this particular case I discovered firstly a small dam, a haven of peace on the hillside with cool clear water. And behind a small barely hidden track through the heather. Part watercourse possibly, but definitely a path upward. Beckoning to me it seemed. Me, the master explorer of so many similar deer tracks on my New Forest walks. Aha an easy route away from the broken paths I’d been using so far on this trip.

Well that was what I thought at the time. Instead of my diagonal and gentle ridge route, an hour later found me sweating, boots bog black having more or less walked straight up to the foot of the final scramble.

An interesting introduction to walking amongst heather and peat on the Scottish hills. A place where tracks disappear into hidden gullies, and black well defined peat tracks, become a boulder field, cunningly hidden amongst moss and heather. But on the positive side definitely softer on the feet than the last couple of days.

Meanwhile a chance to catch up with the BBC Radio 4 Archers Omnibus edition. A slice of English tradition whilst experiencing a Scottish alternative. Peat bog bashing.

Luckily the rain of the previous days had met good drainage on the steepish slope, leaving the ground relatively firm. That is bogland not too interested in exploring its ability to suck off my boot as I passed by. Well not yet at least.

(Pap summit)
The final ascent of the Pap was unavoidable. There seemed no way to avoid a careful scramble up, with no plainly discernible track to follow. I found that on the descent. Naturally.

And the view was worth the final haul up. East down the loch back to Kinlochleven, north to Fort William, and south and west to the peaks along the valley of Glen Coe.

(to Fort William)

And in the distance, wherever I raised my eyes to the near, middle or far distance. Hills. All free of cloud. The observatory on Ben Nevis, a couple of ranges back, clearly visible and now just one peak out of maybe forty or perhaps fifty summits that I could see from the superb vantage point.

(BenNevis sunning itself)

I sat on that summit for a couple of hours. Enjoying the sun, not feeling the light wind. Just drinking in the panorama. Occasionally changing my viewing position to look at a different range. More hills and ridges.

On other peaks I may have stayed an hour at most, finally chasing myself off as other walkers arrived. Leaving them to their own enjoyment. Some in peace. Some in less gentle ways. But here on a hot and sunny Sunday afternoon I had three fellow summiteers in two hours. On a Lakeland peak I would have expected ten plus guests in half the time. Here some quiet folk moved in, and moved on. One kindly pointing out the far distant hill range, his usual walking ground, near the east coast of Scotland. That gave some idea of the distances that could be seen in the clear air of the Scottish West Highlands.

But Scotland is indeed a place so lonely for a people at times.

Photos? Of course I tried to take some, littered through this article. But nothing mechanical could ever report back the views I was drinking in, or the experience of contentment that I was enjoying at that moment.

Finally a descent. Heading for the OS map marked track, meeting up with my early morning walking partners at the foot of the scramble down from Pap. They enjoying more limiting views, but happy in their own sunlit world. My gentle persuasion for them to travel the extra distance to the top declined, I headed down, the views to Fort William and the loch laid out before me, but largely avoided as once more I took to watching my feet on rock strewn path.

Oh and that damned big black boot sucking peat bog near the bottom. Well I had been lucky to date on the trip, so I guess one leg in up to the knee wasn’t a bad record.

Finally following the tarmac back to the hostel, a shower, and onto the Clachaig Inn to await the return of the conquering heroes. Down this final cruel descent from that ridge.

.........and looking up from the bottom.



And from the physical state of the returnees one route that I did well not to take, as in my particular and mostly solitary way I soaked up the atmosphere of the hills.

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Note to self: Iron those walking clothes

A slight change of emphasis and new of this blog spreads far and wide. Well sort of.

Have I become a fashion guru overnight?

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Monday, July 23

Deer Deer me

Blimey these post trip write-ups can take some time to get off paper and onto this pc. I've a couple of Psion PDAs kicking around which at this rate I might seriously have to consider the potential time saving when compared to the additional pack weight.


But for the present, a quick snap to share.


Taken in the New Forest around 5pm Sunday afternoon. A busy tourist area. Surrounded by wide tracks, and numerous people, dogs kids etc. And then I spotted this group quietly enjoying the unexpected sun after days of rain.

I'd not seen them for some considerable time in their usual forest haunts. And never in this large a group. The accepted New Forest wisdom is that deer are shy animals best found in the depths of the woodland.

Don't they read the naturalists guide?

Oh deer me.

I'll get my coat

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SCOTLAND TRIP: DAY 3 Sat 14/7 (West Highland Way)

Distance: 12.5 mile;
Ascent 560m with 331 m max;
Time 6.25 hr; Avg. speed: 2.9 mph
(And no apologies for mixing metric and imperial!)

From one extreme to the other. Yesterday a peak on a circular route, retracing tracks. Today a lowland linear trek all on new ground.

Just south of the Glen Nevis YHA there's a spur track behind the back of the pub (GR 125 720) leading onto the WHW thereby avoiding a trip into Fort William, and for us a somewhat pointless return trek back out again. A pleasant shale track for the first few miles leading through woodland. A delight after yesterday's ankle crunching paths and for once I had time to look around rather than watch where each foot was placed.


Big mistake. The rain rolled in. And out. And in, and......Well you get the picture I'm sure.

And as if sensing fresh meat on the menu, the midges decided now was time to put in their appearance. My companions for the day, new to this approach of self propelled backpacking between hostels, already daubing themselves with repellent, but I just covered up with clothing in benign resignation of it being one of those sort of days. Yesterday's legacy of sore thigh muscles quickly wearing off as I warmed up.

We had the narrow forest track through dense pine forest mostly to ourselves for the first couple of hours, travelling as we were against the normal WHW direction of travel (Glasgow to Fort William) As the morning wore on the first trekkers started to appear. Some out for the day. Others completing their own personal challenge, their journey's end within sight. By the time we reached Blar a Chaorainn (GR 101 666) walkers were converging from all directions.

A brief stop for food was curtailed by the arrival of more insistent rainfall, which meant any detour to see the monument appointing the spot where the chase of those escaping the infamous Glen Coe massacre finally ceased, was left for another time. A desolate area.

Finally into the valley following the Allt Na Lairige More and Allt Nathrach rivers which with the persistent rain tumbled their way down either side of the watershed.



If you like valley walking this is the route for you. For me it seemed to go on for ever. The track by now never remaining flat enough for any period of time to persuade me it was safe to spend my time looking up, as opposed to watching my step.




As Wainwright once said. Walking safely is easy. Just put one foot in front of the other and watch where you put them. Quite. But frustrating with the sides of the valley looming all around, their tops hidden in low cloud. Finally a cheeky descent through woodland spat us out onto the edge of Kinlochleven.

A bustling town. According to Wikipedia ("a major mountain activity centre, known as the Ice Factor ..........the village is now visited by over 100,000 visitors per year and has become one of the top 5 visitor attractions in the Highlands of Scotland")

Well perhaps it is normally. But on this wet Saturday afternoon the place seemed deserted, with maybe one or two cars on the road as we walked into the centre. Checking the first bus stop timetable we came across, whilst debating a coffee stop, or walking through to the other side of the town, the Fort William bus appeared, and the chance of escape from this (ahem) bustling metropolis was quickly agreed.


After the basic amenities of Glen Nevis hostel, a hot shower and the fleshpots of Glen Coe were eagerly anticipated for a Saturday night on the town. And if you've ever visited Glen Coe you'll know what a contrast that was to be. The local Spar shop, a necessary visit due to SYHA lack of lunchtime fare, was the main centre of attraction on a wet Saturday afternoon.

On this particular day the impact of the Highland Clearances seemed to be plain to see all around, although the modern day migration of youth to the bright lights of bigger centres of population has probably more to do with the general scarcity of population. The general emptiness of the landscape reflected within the mulling quiet of Glen Coe. But still, what an exceptional landscape all around, even with the claggy weather.

Suffice to say with a long damp walk out of Glen Coe to the hostel, a hot shower was eagerly anticipated before a night's entertainment. Another mistake. The name of the hostel only reflected the nearest set of dwellings. The SYHA stood by itself about a mile and a half along a rising tarmac road, a trip that after the day's distance and weather seemed to go on longer than it deserved.

The Glen Coe SYHA once again surprised me with its low level of amenities compared to its English counterparts.
Contrary to the SYHA web site breakfast would turn out to be very basic, packed lunches non-existent, and staffing very much run on a shoestring from the look of it all. And once again the hostel was nearly full. The difference between the two organisations, at least on my limited use of the Scottish hostels so far, rather obvious. I've not been a huge fan of the nouveau B&B approach adopted by the English chain, but both the SYHAs I used would rate barely above the traditional hostel grading despite being lowland hostels in undoubtedly busy locations.

Gratifyingly the showers were indeed hot. But the room is dark and intermittent traffic pass by on the road a few feet from the dormitory window. Besides that the area is quiet. Too quiet.

With a long walk back to Glen Coe for food resupply or onto the excellent Clachaig Inn for more meaningful sustenance......well no contest. Despite the day's distance already covered.

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SCOTLAND TRIP: DAY 2 Fri 13/7 (Ben Nevis)

Glen Nevis SYHA/Ben Nevis via tourist track
Total ascent: 1268m; Top 1340m; Time: 5.5 hours; Avg. Speed: 2 mph


My first Munro. And Friday the 13th as well - unlucky for some, but not me I hope.

Well I might as well start at the top of the Munro list and Nevis is the undoubtedly the daddy of all UK hills. And with it a completion of the 3 Peaks after only, oh say 30 years or so (where did that time go?)

As the stats show it was one long trek up, a quick sandwich/warm clothes stop; A meander around the top whilst I was there; And one long slog back.

Less a walk enjoying the hills, and more a challenge of stamina both with the continual climb, and to avoid knocking over the edge the never-ending stream of walkers trudging their ways past.


And what a crowd.


After a while I started to relieve the trudging boredom by playing a game to try to assess an individual's experience and ability based on their clothing. Designer labels de rigeur of course. Adidas and Nike the front runners. Occasionally I even saw a map. Shock horror!

I shouldn't have been too surprised really. Crossing the bridge outside the YHA two European students stopped me to confirm that they were on the right track for the Ben, and then wandered off. Trainers and jeans; some sort of street wear top; one small knapsack shared between two; No sign of map/compass or fallback gear.


Of such things are "famous" hills best known at times.

And this sign at the foot seemed to go largely unread, but the message is clear as to the difficulties that could encountered. For some people, possibly terminal.




And for the record, in case this comes across as some sort of elitism, today I was using my £9.99 Tesco 45 litre daysack (45l? ha ha - yeh right) But a cheap offering that conveniently folds up to fit inside my backpack between hostels, and still seems to take up all the space normally occupied by my Akto tent. But full of dry clothes, water, food and basic emergency and first aid gear.


But on the whole many of the walkers seemed safe, bugging out by Lochan Meall an-t-Suidhe on seeing the rough zig zag path stretching ahead, after the steepish haul up from the valley floor.




Passing through the snowfields near the summit, cloud base low but intermittent, temperature dropped nearer freezing, I couldn't help but wonder how some of the more adventurous ones were getting on.

(Ben Nevis summit)
We all have to learn somewhere. But Ben Nevis is not necessarily a good place to start. It's not only a test of navigation on leaving the summit, despite well worn paths, but any minor injury turns the 3 hour descent into a major undertaking not to be considered in rough weather.


And my did some show worrying concern on the descent, carefully picking their way from stone to stone along the rocky path for a 5 or 6 hour descent if they were lucky.


I'm happy to have finally ticked this one off the list, but like many of these "status peaks" not one that I would rush back to. Such a joyless slog, missing much of that essential feeling of peace and close interaction with the landscape around.




I could see so many quieter alternatives all around me in the distance as those feet of mine carried on trudging down hill. Endlessly plodding onwards to a hot shower.



And to save some of you a trip, here's the view from below the summit.




Highlite of the day? Sad to say it had to be the (very) white buttocks unintentionally displayed by a young lady who just HAD to stop for a wee. Her male partner keeping a gentlemany eye out for walkers in the distance. But it's amazing how far away a flash of white can be seen if you're in the centre of a valley, with 2 miles of open land behind you. Not a sheewee user apparently. And I even managed to keep a straight face when I walked the couple a few minutes later.

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Steve Perry’s 10x10 Challenge is over

News from a thread on the Outdoors Magic site …….. in case you hadn’t already spotted it.

Steve Perry’s 10x10 Challenge has ground to an unfortunate halt just after the half way mark

”Travelling from the Lyke Wake Walk to the Yorkshire 3 Peaks last night, Steve and his support driver Don were involved a car crash outside Skipton. Non of their injuries are serious but the 10x10 challenge is over. They'll be more info soon”

Steve had already achieved something way beyond the capability of many of us. Here's his
challenge schedule: Staring 20/7 - 10 challenges in 10 days.

1. The Welsh 3,000ers 45km/28miles - 3650m/12,000ft
2. The Derwent Watershed 63km/39miles - 1700m/5,600ft
3. The Lakeland 4 x 3000ft Challenge 77km/48miles - 3050m/10,000ft
4. The Yorkshire 3 Peaks 37km /23miles - 1400m/4,600ft
5. The Lyke Wake Walk 63km/39miles - 1520m/5,000ft
6. Naismith's Walk (variation) aka The Glencoe Horseshoe 28km/18miles - 3050m/10,000ft
7. The Mamores 30km/19miles - 3390m/11,120ft
8. Ben Nevis, The Aonachs and The Grey Corries 35km/22miles - 2750m/9020ft
9. The Cairngorm 4,000ers 35km/21.5miles - 2347m/7,700ft
10. The Cuillin Ridge 12km/7.5miles - 3050m/10,000ft
Total Distance = 425km/264miles; Total Ascent = 25907m/84996ft

If you want to help cheer Steve up, how about popping over to make a “chin-up” donation on behalf of Marie Curie Cancer care?

Hope you're recovering with no complications Steve/Don

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Friday, July 20

An unwanted walk along the M3; And a positive result

A quick trip to London today to celebrate a family graduation after some very hard graft alongside normal work/life. I wouldn't normally blog about this element of my personal affairs as I don't think it's that interesting except for those who know us, and even then its of minimal entertainment value.


But in this case, an exception.


We drove through some truly horrendous weather that wouldn't have been out of place on some of my Lakeland fell top trips. But despite that we arrived on time, and even better, the ceremonial affairs finished early leaving the family to enjoy a long thunder storm lashed walk back to the car, and then a quick blast back down the motorway for some quality time with the family at home.
A particular treat as it was the eldest's birthday, and a rare occasion to all be together for any length of time, these days, as the kids develop their own adult lives. As is the proper way of course.


Instead of which...........our Fri afternoon was spent by the side of the M3 waiting for a recovery vehicle and listening to the "all vehicles are picking cars out of the floods" from the car rescue agency whilst sunbathing in brilliant sunshine. Perverse.
I understood the problem; I had the tools; But one stubborn nut prevented the 20 minute fix so that we could be on our way; And no, that nut wasn't me (for a change)




So today's trip report:

Route: ....................M3 verge (somewhere between Junction 2 &3, behind the barrier)

Food/fluid intake: ..Nil between 07:00 and 17:30 (parched!)
Distance:.................100-200 m; Short paces, back and forth besides a very naughty car.
Comments: .............Superb spot for getting a tan; Not recommend as a wildcamp spot - no water and noisy.


But as a family outing, one we'll certainly remember. And and reminder of how strong and positive a family unit we are when the toast falls the buttered side down.


As it sometimes may.

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Thursday, July 19

SCOTLAND TRIP: DAY 1 Thu 12/7

An uneventful journey northwards. The low spot being the 05:45 start to hop the train to Southampton Airport, skipping onto Fort William via a train from Glasgow Queen Station.


Hogworts anybody? Platform 3/4 if you peer closely enough

The one bonus during the long trip - a steady intake of coffee and food to stoke up the carb intake in preparation for the busy weekend ahead.

At least the weigh-in at Southampton confirmed my pack weight of 11.25kg. Those old fishing scales down the shed still doing their job.


The train trip north to Fort William was by far worth the hilight of the whole journey with astounding views as the Glasgow conurbation was left behind. Although the city itself has its attractions, despite the negative image often associated with it.

Glasgow city centre


And the number of locations along the line where the remote station allows quick access to the open hills! Phew - full of potential ideas.

Fort William itself was a disappointment reminding me of the smaller Welsh towns so reliant on the tourist trade to maintain a viable community. Newer developments merely highlighting the rundown character of the older establishments.

After hours of crossing high and remote land, following alongside seemingly for ever never ending lochs, the journey into FW was heralded by a large Argos depot, suitably HUGELY signed.


And that probably said it all as far as Fort William was concerned.

The Glen Nevis SYHA seems quite a basic hostel for such a popular spot, especially with the lack of secure luggage storage. I hope honesty is a common trait in these parts, especially in a dormitory of 18 people. But this is a first for me, the necessity to carry a passport as I wander the hills, but a pre-requisite for airport security if I want to use the plane on the way back.

The weather is tantalisingly cloudy on high, but clearing to give teasing glimpses of far off peaks to be chased tomorrow. But the weekend forecast does not bode well.


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SCOTLAND TRIP: The Preamble

As with previous trip report, it was written in spare moments as I wandered around.

I'll try to leave it largely unedited unless it's necessary for clarification.

I'll split each day up into a new post, and finally follow it up with my usually debrief on lessons learnt/tips etc.

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Wednesday, July 18

Time to pack? What already!

Photos catalogued, and route trip now being tapped in, ready for posting.

And then the sudden realisation - it's time to start getting the pack prepared for the next trip to S.Wales in August. Perhaps the first test of the new bivvy bag that Alpkit have confirmed is on it's way already (nice one folks)

Just over three weeks left already, and my third country visited already this year. Well ok I know that they're all on the mainland UK but my aren't I getting around this year.

And I've not even started to sort out my own trips as yet.

Hard work this restful outdoor stuff
;-)

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Tuesday, July 17

Never rub another man's rhubarb

Here's Johnny
Yes, back from the north, with a notebook of scribblings, some lacklustre photos, and mildly damp gear now drying out.

But no snowballs, I left those behind on Ben Nevis.

(Bet you can hardly wait for the trip report with that sort of teaser)

But first I need to catch up with goings on whilst I've been out, and sort out the order for my new Alpkit bivvi bag at £25. Got to be worth a trial at that price.
No link though, to be fair to those who've already been waiting for it's arrival, but may not have had the chance to get their order sorted as yet. I'm sure you can find it if you really want to though.

Suffice to say the trip was interesting in the variety of travel used, the exposure to the Western Highlands walking, and the approach of the SYHA compared to it's English counterpart.

Once I've sorted it into some sort of continuity they'll be more to follow during the next couple of days.

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Wednesday, July 11

Up Up and Away- Ben Nevis Beckons

I brief hiatus whilst I go off and enjoy myself.

But a few words that I've quoted in the past, to ponder whilst I'm out in case you're bored.

"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare"
(Leisure - W. H. Davies)

"Fair seed-time had my soul, and I grew up
Fostered alike by beauty and by fear "

(The Prelude -Bill Wordsworth)

"A tasty world"
(Jerry Cornelius)

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A lovely bit of stuff

When people get into the 'why blog/why read them debate' send them over the this nugget from Bearded Git.

Then see if they have blood in their veins and laughter in their soul.

Or just a lost cause.

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Indoor Walking Trails

Raining outside?

Just the time to in in the promotion of University of Alberta's "Indoor Walking Trails" initiative

Not quite as mad as it sounds.

Me?

I'm off to bonny Scotland at some ungodly hour of tomorrow morning (Fort William/Ben Nevis; West Highland Way to Kinlochleven; Aonach Eagoch ridge)

So play nicely whilst I'm away.

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No More Heroes Anymore? Risks and the Ridiculous

"A full-scale rescue operation was launched after seven college students on a night-time orienteering trek became worried by a herd of cows .......... They contacted the centre when they came across the field of cows and coastguard, police and ambulance crews were sent to the scene, a Hertfordshire County Council spokeswoman said........No-one was injured but one teenager who complained of feeling cold was taken to hospital to be checked over by medical staff"
BBC News 10th July

The dangerous area in question? Swanage.

The weather? Warm and dry from what I remember 20 miles or so down the coast.

And we wonder why some young people get drawn to tombstoning.

In a word of choices some of the risk assessment, and self initiative seems to have gone slightly ga-ga.

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Tuesday, July 10

Getting ready for yet another trip

Meanwhile its back to the packing for me.

Ive a trip to Scotland's West Highlands later this week via train/plane/train/coach /bus etc. Public transport all the way, although the plane doesn't really count I know.

Of course they'll be a post trip report, but the interest on this one is the viability of taking shortish walking breaks in Scotland if you live on the south coast, and not near the London sprawl.

At present it's starting to feel rather an over organised event, rather than my usual 'step off the train and go' affair. And the original budget fly costs are rapidly expanding as the little extras start to mount up.

But more to come presently.

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August Trail items

A couple of quick highlights after just finishing August's copy of Trail Magazine.

Again loads of content, but it tends to dissipate when looking for real detail , or perhaps that's just me expecting too much insight from what is a general outdoor readership mag after all.

An interesting wildcamping article, a little spoilt by 3 up in a tent. I could see the idea behind the article to persuade more women to enjoy the experience, but not the ideal way to be introduced to the concept of "carry light, travel far"
.......first get your great big heavy three (wo)man tent ..............you get the idea.

But to the things that caught my eye:

There's a link to courses run by the Institute of Public Rights of Way, to help manage rights of way issues. I adopted several local footpaths myself many years ago, the premise being walk them regularly to keep legal access rights fresh, and report back on obstructions. I also kept the way marking up, a constant challenge where path and housing estates converge.

On the whole the experience has been positive, although the approach of individual councils tends to vary dependant on their attitude, the location, and more importantly their available budget.

Yet another good reason for some local walking though.

Secondly a quick heads up ..........
If you happen to be planning a camp outdoors 23 July then look to the night sky when the Perseids meteor shower starts, for about a month. Peak time is supposed to be the 12th August, when I know one group of bloggers in particular will hopefully be away from all light pollution, looking to the sky.

One for the diary. Let's hope the weather accommodates accordingly.

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Saturday, July 7

Hip-pack Competition - Off We Go!

No lengthy speeches explaining the deep heart search that lead to this point. No dancing troupes. No celebrity appearances. A roll of drums, the trumpets sound and as the curtains part ..........


The 2007 Hip-Pack competition is now officially

OPEN



The background to all the shenanigans can be read here


The gist:

It's intended to be a bit of lighthearted fun "to find the most successful outdoor use of the smallest bag & lightest load for successfully completing a single wildcamp over night by the end of September 2007"


It's for those hot summer nights (they must come someday soon surely) when you lie awake in bed thinking 'I wish I was camping out under the stars on a night like this'.


And then you remember. No holiday left to take; Too short notice to get a decent trip sorted; Or just too much going on in your personal life to get away.


So here's the solution. A reason to grab a quick night out wildcamping, and possibly win a prize to boot.


It's especially intended for those of us who aren't lucky enough to live in\near hill walking country, but who never the less still get that hankering to be out there enjoying nature.


The prize?


A much sought NalgeneFolding Canteen (company info here) kindly donated by Podcast Bob proprietor of the highly recommended retailer website backpackinglight.co.uk and probably better known globally as the driving force and honey-dripping tones behind the superb series of Outdoor Podcasts that have made his nickname known far and wide across outdoor circles.


There's no need to enter beforehand. And it's all splendidly freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!


Just click on the HIP-PACK COMPETITION link on the right, or look here to find out what's involved.


I've tried to keep any conditions to a minimum. After all it's about fun. And I really don't intend to get caught up in any fracas over the minutiae. Life's too short!


And if you do fancy giving it a go, by all means drop me a line if you want so I can keep an eye on the level of interest.


There's a special competition e-mail address in the document to be used exclusively for this competition so please try to use it just for this, it makes any admin on my part much simpler.


And that's it.


Over to you. Have fun!

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Thursday, July 5

A quick one before bedtime and into the bivi bag

Apt post title really.

A late night e-mail from Alpkit about a new product due in mid July:

"Our brief was a simple but properly waterproof/breathable bivi cover retailing for under £30 and weighing 400g"

There's even a chance to win one as well

A bivi bag for £30, from a company with Alpkit's pedigree must be worth a look. Better hide the credit card again.

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Camping Hip-pack Competition -Tada!

Back in June I gave a promise, which inadvertently I seem to have overlooked.

Weird Darren's post today reminded me of this, which has prompted me to get my act together. I'm just putting the fine touches to the guidelines so that I can officially kick the whole thing off this weekend with an brief explanation of what it's all about, and what's in it for you.

With the somewhat inclement weather with us at present I've decided to extend the period over which it will take place, to take advantage of the Autumn heatwave (Which at this rate might be all we've got to look forward to if the weather men and the press groupies keep up their 'harbinger of doom' forecasts)

And despite the rumours to the contrary entry won't be via a premium rate phone line.

It's all free. And intended as fun.

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Ahoy -New Bloggers off the port bow

No quite what I planned for this evening pastime. But 'go with the flow' has always been my way in such circumstances.

I cleared the decks of other pc work having finally got the desktop/laptop/wireless network humming sweetly, and this pc mostly cleaned up of old deleted software to keep the antiquated technology running smooth & clean.

Right tool for the job you see (How's that Vista stuff going Alan S? Any hair left to pull out? lol)

Planet Rock loud on the DAB (try to check out the Fish (fri pm) and Rick Wakeman (Sat am) shows - great entertainment)

I've the house to myself this evening so I could finally sort out one or two posts I've had tickling at the back of my brainpan for a few weeks, but which need some proper concentration to get the thoughts down into a meaningful communication (without feeling guilty I'm ignoring the rest of the family)

But first a quick check of the e-mail/forums/blogs.

So that's me buggered already. Totally diverted from tonight's planned activity; Dagbnabbit ('word of the week' and one to reintroduce into popular culture. It's got to be better than "Ho" Urgh)

So let's to it readers.............

First up a new blogger - and a kindred spirit judging by the articles already posted. That's what you'll find on The Solitary Walker Musings of a Mid-life Rambler a site that's been up and running since June 07. And one that I've somehow missed during my occasional Googling of Whats New Out There in UK Blogland.

A quote from William Hazlitt heads the blog:
"One of the pleasantest things in the world is going on a journey; but I like to go by myself... I cannot see the wit of walking and talking at the same time - I like solitude... The soul of a journey is liberty, perfect liberty to think, feel, do just as one pleases. We go a journey chiefly to be free of all impediments and of all inconveniences; to leave ourselves behind, much more to get rid of others"

I've given some feed back on site layout as the blocks of text look a little daunting at present, but please take the time to read them through. There are some great sentiments and thoughts on the approach to enjoying walking in the outdoors, which will undoubtedly strike a chord with many readers I'm sure.

Next another blog, new to me but one that has been active since Feb 07. And something of a rarity as its hosted by a woman, which makes a nice change (only 3 female bloggers out of the 30+ UK outdoor blogs that I'm aware of so far)

M&G Go For A Walk written by Gayle Bird relates the very active walking and camping activities of the writer and hubby.

No 'mission statement' as such, but to pick out a phrase from the first post:
"So, what thoughts am I going to share with the world? I’m not quite sure yet, but it’s pretty much all going to be related to walking and backpacking. I like the outdoors. I like mud. I like kit (or kit likes me; I seem to have accumulated a lot of it either way)"

To give you a flavour of the blog, and hopefully hasten your visit in that direction, here's a taster of some topics already covered:

  • " I bought a Buff......it’s red" (eat your heart out Darren)

  • "The hunt for a Psion 5" and subsequent connectivity fun

  • "my meet with Alan Sloman on his LEJOG Challenge

  • Innov8 Terroc shoes - real life use and honest feedback

  • Walking the Cumbria Way

  • A Couple of Days in the Rhinogau

......and on and on it goes. An active life outdoors and plenty of useful stuff.

And I shouldn't say this, but I just can't resist, despite it perhaps it coming across as possibly a little too personal.

Every so often, in those blue times most people have in their lives, Mrs JH has made comments along the lines of "You'd be better off with someone who enjoys the outdoor stuff at the same level that you do"

Not true of course. Part of the fun is so individual to myself. Sharing it is a indeed a bonus, but I accepted years ago that only a very small percentage of people ever 'get' that special understanding of camping in wild places. And its even harder to share with someone who hasn't already found that special vibration for themselves already.

Very difficult to explain, but so quickly recognised in others who have 'been there' (Which BTW was one of the reasons the recent Outdoor Blogger meet in the Lakes was so enjoyable. No egos to bruise. Just a common consensus of tuning in to nature and the joy of being outdoors in the wild)

So back to M&G. It's not the level of outdoor activity that might turn my head. Nope, it's the fact that Gayle just seems so damned handy at DIY. Definitely puts me to shame. (Your talking to a man whose fences still lie in a state of disarray after the March winds, and actually used the explanation of the national fence panel shortage as the reason for the somewhat (continuing) rural nature of the garden boundary.

But my head could be so easily turned by "I’ve re-plumbed a number of houses, I’ve fitted central heating" and as for "tiling a chimney" or "laying a laminate floor"

More time for me to get out walking as far as I'm concerned. Hopefully with a less guilty conscience.

Links already added on the right to help you track them down.

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Sunday, July 1

Trail Challenge over & Keswick's George Fisher sold

It's interesting how one thing can lead to another, and another, and ... etc etc

I was checking the progress of the Trail Magazine Academy trio. Sarah writes: "The Trail thing is now officially over, and looking at the write up of the last expedition in the magazine, I’m quite glad I didn’t go. Looks like they walked a long way carrying a lot of kit and had a very uncomfortable night. I love the outdoors, and I enjoy camping, but I don’t believe in making things even more difficult for yourself! It’s a shame it’s over, and I appear to be the one who got the least out of it, but such is life"

Whatever Trail's intentions on the exercise it looks like some of the backpacking ethos & practice possibly didn't rub off in quite the way it was intended.

And as for the other two guinea pigs. Emma had a proposal of marriage, and Sian found out she was nearly pregnant, for a short while. It all seems to happen on these Trail programs doesn't it!

But they all seemed to have enjoyed the experience, and thanks to Sarah's blog for the tip off concerning the new Trail Gear Blog, which coincidentally appeared to to have hit the web around the time the repackaged TGO Forum/Blogsite was rolled out. Is that's what's called a spoiler in the press trade? Surely not.

As I was checking the links for this post I spotted this piece of recent news concerning the takeover of the highly regarded George Fisher shop in Keswick by the Tiso Group. Trail's news report is here.

Normally this sort of news would have appeared on the outdoor forums, but not a sniff that I've spotted so far. And nothing on GF's own site either (So does that count as a blogger scoop WD?)

As to the news, one commenter has positive comments on Tiso in Edinburgh(Tiso is largely unknown south of the Scottish border) so hopefully GF's excellent service and stocking policy will continue into the future.
And of course the web cam.

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Blogger Burn-out? Surely not

As this blog approaches it's first birthday later this month, I find a natural inclination to review what I've achieved so far, and more importantly consider how to improve the site's raison d'être, and maintain my own interest in continuing to regularly post, despite the pressures of real-life.

I understand that not everyone is a fan of the blogging approach. Many just cannot see the point. A fair opinion, which has a simple answer. This method of communication is probably not for you.

Personally as long as I manage to inform, hopefully entertaining along the way, and prompt some thoughts on the UK Outdoor scene & the way we each approach it, then I hope to be adding something positive to the ongoing conversation.

From one specific point of view. Mine. Selfish, but hey that's blogs for you. They are personal, unlike Forums where other's sensibilities need to be carefully considered at times.

Along the way I hope my wordsmithying skills are slowly improving. Another interest on my part at present.

During the past year I've come n for some personal thanks, and some personal attacks, but on the whole its been a positive experience, especially when meeting up with like minded wildcampers as happened recently in the Lakes. Without this blog, and my part in that burgeoning community, that would never have happened.

I like to think I've helped some folk along the way, and that's value enough to keep things going.

So for that alone I'd regard this "experiment" as a success.

So a timely post from one of my regular reads Daily Blog Tips reminding us Bloggers of the need to continue to learn and experiment:
".....one of the reasons that bloggers burn out......They think they have an unlimited amount of content just waiting to burst from their brain. They get comfortable. Then they start to run out of juice"

Blogging is a Continuous Learning Exercise

No doubt other reflections over the next couple of weeks. Or not. Who knows?

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