Tuesday 8 September 2015

Night #33 - Fontainebleau (again)

30th August 2015

Our way North this time, almost home. Very warm and dry so we had to climb at night when we arrived. Pitched the tent at the car park at Rocher Aux Sabots which was a bit public in the morning as climbers arrived early doors to get a climb in before the heat of the day.

The previous two nights had been another wild camp with eht lightweight tents high in the Maritime Alps, and a sneaky stop off in a hotel in Digne Les Baines on our way home.



Night #32 - L'Entosque, Southern France

27th August 2015

Our least favourite night of the trip. A campsite in a town next to a lovely river, but fenced off from it for some inexplicable reason. We'd ended up here thanks to being sandwiched between two amazing days. The afternoon prior we'd tackled the Canyon L'Infernet, a basic, but hugely enjoyable excursion complete with abseils jumps and a massive water slide. The following morning we arrived early to the L'Entosque Via Ferratta in order to get on it before the kiosk opened as there was a 1.4m heigh limit which would have excluded both boys. The guy had intimated that if he didn't see us on it then there would be no problem, but we couldn't officially do it. Suffice to say both boys waltzed along it, Dyl walking along the safety cable when he couldn't reach between rungs!





Night #31 - Camping Le Brac, Southern France

27th August 2015

It seems this lovely campsite has become popular with Brits thanks to a couple of guidebooks: Cool Camping France and Wild Swiming France. We had both with us, the latter being our holiday travel bible. Lovely pontoon and swimming lake, with a camp fire in the river bed at night.

The previous night we'd again opted for a lightweight approach to another bivvie in a remote canyon. Were treated to fireflies buzzing around the camp fire.







Night #30 - Lac St Croix, Southern Fance

22nd August 2015

Wild camped on the shore of the lake. The photo glamourises this one a little. It was muddy, plagued by flies, and we were woken by rangers in the morning threatening a 1,500 Euro fine for camping within a hundred metres of a lake! Still, lovely spot, beautifully warm water and a wild swim out into the lake for a #properselfie!



Night #29 - Palud Sur Verdon

21st August 2015

Beautiful, sleepy campsite used by climbers at one of Europe's premiere climbing spots. Spent the afternoon catching up on washing, diaries, and throwing a frisbee around before heading out at 7pm to drive the jaw dropping Route De Crettes along the rim of the canyon and avoid the crowd. Treated to dozens of vultures seemingly playing on the thermals.

The previous night we eschewed the tent in favour of going lightweight and bivvied out in the base f the canyon like cavemen (with sleeping bags). Truly memorable.





Night #28 - Verdon Gorge, South of France

19th August 2015

A lovely overlook of Lac St Croix at the bottom end of Europe's Grand Canyon, the Verdon Gorge. rock solid ground though!


Nights #26 & #27 - Cassis on the Cote D'Azur, Southern France

17th & 18th August 2015

Only one campsite in the area and absolutely no chance of any wild camping. Fortunately managed to bag the last pitch here. Not the nicest, but gavce us access to some great kayaking in the Calanques,






Night #25, 3 Rivers Campsite, France

16th August 2015

Found a lovely campsite with mainly Dutch campers. Went canyoning, played boule and relaxed into the French holiday way of life. Bare feet, shorts and Tshirts.


Night #24 - Mt Ventoux, France

15th August 2015

Unfortunately we didn't have our bikes with us, but that didn't stop us from taking a quick spin up the most fabled of Tour De France climbs, Mt Ventoux. Found a lovely little wild camping spot half way down which was out of the wind and home to all manner of insects.




Night #23 - Fontainebleau, France

14th August 2015

Stopped off for a quick play on the boulders on our way south. Sadly it rained so we didn't stop long. Made the mistake of taking a wet tent down in the sand...



Tuesday 7 July 2015

Night #22 - Harrop Tarn, The Lake District


On June 26th

Our friend Dave was attempting the Bob Graham round, so we decided to combine supporting him with a spot of wild camping. Leg 3 of the run starts on the main road just north of Thirlmere so we identified a likely looking spot on the map just a couple of miles away at Harrop Tarn and trekked the kids and the tents up to a knoll above the lake. Impressed by our tent some friends also bought the same model! Below is a short write up of Dave's Bob Graham attempt too!

A pre camp dip in Harrop Tarn

On the knoll to catch the breeze

Neil and Jane putting their tent up for the first time

Tea time

Perfection

A tent with a view
You may have wondered what has been going on in recent months as ‘Fast’ Dave Miller from the village was regularly seen slowly plodding his way up and down the local hills in stark contrast to his usual whirlwind approach. Regular winner of the 1st local in the village fell race Dave is known for his pre-run black pudding diet, and falling over lots, such is the discord between his immense leg strength and speed, and his laid back approach to life. Suffice to say there was reason for his new-found leisurely approach to running.

At 11pm on Friday 26th June Dave set off running, slowly, from Keswick, with neighbour Ed Richardson and university friend Mike Vogler, himself a BGR finisher 2008 and regular BGR supporter. The plan, to complete the Bob Graham round in 22 and a half hours.

The Bob Graham Round is a fell running challenge in the English Lake District. It is named after Bob Graham (1889–1966), a Keswick guest-house owner, who in June 1932 broke the Lakeland Fell record by traversing 42 fells within a 24-hour period.

The Round was first repeated, in a better time, in 1960 by Alan Heaton. Since then over 1900 individuals have completed the Round with the fastest time being 13hr 53m set by Billy Bland in 1982. The Lakeland 24 Hour record has also been improved with the current holder, Mark Hartell, successfully reaching 77 summits in the allotted time.

For most, Dave included, the only sensible approach to the round, is to take it slowly and run continuously for as long as it takes to complete, with no sleep, little stopping, friends and family for support, and a good dose of luck from the weather Gods.

The round is split into 5 legs, each defined by a road crossing affording support and a change-over of tired supporters. His wife Sarah and Tony Wallace from Edale Mountain Rescue, his wife Cath, 8lb baby Robert and two dogs watched the lights descend in the clear darkness to the first changeover at Threkheld. Dave was pretty chipper, even though Mike Vogler had to pull out due to a recent chest infection. After a couple of bacon butties, Tony joined the support crew and they set off to Clough Head. Shortly into this leg there was only Tony and Dave. Tony, who is pretty new to fell running did a sterling job of carrying gear, navigating, trying to make Dave eat and drink and note down all the times arrived at all the requisite summits. A baptism by fire for any new fell runner, but a heroic effort, and a great view of a cloud inversion over Grasmere as they both descended Fairfield and Seat Sandal to Dunmail Raise, the next changeover.

By the end of leg 2, 10 hours and 26 miles in, Dave was beginning to show signs of wear and tear having tricked his body into running through the night and picking up the pace in the daylight to try to gain lost time. He was joined for the long and remote leg 3, which tackles the likes of Bowfell, Scafell and Scafell Pike, by 3 more intrepid villagers, Mike Nolan (himself a BGR finisher in 2012), Neil Ireson, and Matt Heason. Neil and Matt had been roped in for their climbing experience, to chivvy Dave up a recognised shortcut onto England’s highest peak via the notorious Broad Stand, and by Mike for his skill with a map and compass as chief navigator. The three were to stick with Dave, carrying his food, water, and spare clothes, and making sure he ate, drank and looked after himself, for the duration of legs 3 and 4, a total of 28.5 miles to Honister Pass. At Broad Stand Neil and Matt rendezvoused with Dave’s Sarah and her mountain rescue friend Malcolm, to rope Dave up the awkward rock step, and over the summit in thick, wet mist, down to the remote and beautiful Wasdale. In the car park at the valley-foot was the support vehicle full of food, with Sophie Heason and Ayshea Furlong. Matt bandaged his swollen ankle, Neil readied his walking poles, and Dave popped some pain killers whilst Mike grabbed a few extra minutes of rest having descended from Broad Stand. Lucky he did, as he had to twice return to the car to retrieve forgotten food bags as the train chugged on up out of Wasdale accompanied now by the effervescent and fresh-legged Ayshea. 5 hours later Dave was delivered to the last change-over at Honister Pass, a different beast to the one who’d battled his demons through the night legs, and seriously considered quitting for much of the unrelenting leg 3. This was a happy spot with a mass of Grindleford children supporting and food a plenty. With the finish in sight, a mere 11 miles and 3 hours away he once more set off, this time dropping Mike, Neil and Matt, but accompanied by Sophie (who had driven a mighty 120 miles in support during the day) and her son Bryn, Jane Ireson and, back for more punishment, Ed from leg 1 and Tony from leg 2 who joined at Newlands Chapel. The weather window Dave had booked held for long enough to complete the last leg in glorious evening light, arriving into the bustling town of Keswick to kiss the monument at Moot Hall and lay to rest his lifetime ambition to complete the BGR. His time? 22 hours and 46 minutes. Dave has already thanked his supporters, none more so than wife Sarah, but I am sure would like to do so again publicly here. We’re proud of you Dave. Other folk in the village to have completed the challenge include Mike Nolan and Frank Galbraith. I am sure there are others past and future.

This week Dave went out for his first ‘fast’ run. Still aching a little, but already thinking of the Paddy Buckley...

Tuesday 14 April 2015

Night #21 - Llyn Idwal

8 Apr 2015

Llyn Idwal has to be one of the best wild camping spots in the country. 20 minutes walk from the car. We've camped here twice, both times pitching the tent after dark and taking it down early the next morning before the crowds arrive.

The next morning we stashed our bags behind the wall and scrambled up the ridge and horseshoe of Y Garn, a top, top day out.
Scrambling up Y Garn, our camp spot was by the beach in the upper of the two lakes. There's an even better spot on Llyn Clyd, in the hanging valley of Y Garn's East face, but that's another 45 mins of walking.

A memorable sunrise.

We were joined by some friends.

And three other people arrive late at night with the same idea.


A perfect morning.

Even managed a very brief swim.

Night #20 - Afon Glaslyn

7 Apr 2015

Decided to chill out by the river near my folks house for the night. Of course they came to join us for the evening with beers and the dog!

Some down time after Snowdon

Idyllic spot on the river bank. Camping at this time of year there are no midges!

Breakfast

Night #19 - High Camp On Snowdon

6 Apr 2015

The boys had been keen to climb Snowdon for ages, but we'd held off for the right time, wanting to avoid the crowds that plague its summit on weekends and during the holidays. We made it up Crib Goch on Christmas Eve, but didn't go to the summit of Snowdon itself as the day was short and it was hailing and cold, and we didn't want to put them off what had been an otherwise cracking day by going too far.

So we hit upon a plan of heading up late in the day, leaving Nantgwynant up the Watkin path at 1pm. The weather was stunning so we stopped a couple of times to cool off in the pools and to scramble on Gladstone Rock. Despite the fact that it's the longest way up the mountain it's the most varied and interesting, with old mine workings, steep stone stair cases and an exposed scree slope to finish, and it kept the boys interested - we took 6 hours to get to the summit.

We chatted with a few folk on the top who were sticking around for the (truly spectacular) sunset, but then had the mountain to ourselves as we found a spot a couple of minutes down from the summit. It was exposed and windy, and there was a lingering snow patch just behind the tent but it was perfect.

The final scree slope to the summit. Despite this being the steepest section the boys loved it and motored to the top.

Sunset from the highest point in Wales and England.

A lingering snow patch at sunrise.

Teatime

From the summit.
Cooling off on the way up

Learning some camp craft

Snowdon summit

Sunset again

Cosy even though it was about freezing and very windy outside

Sunrise

Some more campcraft.