Thursday, 30 May 2013
Wednesday, 29 May 2013
I am tending to veer towards the latter rather than the former as once again I spent several hours of my life in horrendous weather conditions (horizontal sleet, high winds) searching for the little shitland Trevor who is over the hills and far away playing Johnny Big Potatoes with the militia's grey mares.
This time the prisoner escort was detailed as Rocky, Spotty, Bernese Mountain Dogs and Apollo the wonder foal who I knew that Trevor would not resist rushing over too once he saw and give it large to show who was King of the hill.
True to form Apollo slowed the search up as he tried to eat everything en route, and equally true to form the little shitland and his harem were at the point furthest away from HQ where barbed wire, electric fences and machine guns stopped their progress. As planned Trevor saw Apollo and galloped out of the murky weather making himself look all big and mighty (imagine an ant on steroids) in an attempt to intimidate Apollo. Apollo took no notice at all and consumed greenery. Yours truly spoke softly, ignored the little shitland and waited for him to get in arms reach.
It never happened.
Nostrils flaring the pocket rocket disappeared into the mists and rejoined the herd, who in turn galloped over the crest of the hill. The usual pattern commenced, I dutifully followed to a point where could see the equine cretins all gallop back, past and over the other crest. Time passed they galloped back and over.
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Tuesday, 28 May 2013
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Monday, 27 May 2013
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Yesterday was all about me doing a massive bike ride, but he who cannot be named other half was toiling away at the same time doing the Edinburgh marathon, her first (and if we are to believe her sentiments after, her last) which was completed in a very fast time of 3 hours 56 mins and 25 seconds and came 2568th out of about 15000.
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Sunday, 26 May 2013
The majority of those encountered were very friendly, especially those on two wheels. I closed in on a Teeside t shirt work by a Robert Murdoch who was cycling from Teeside to Lands end, John O'Groats and back again, and today as we spent a mile or so chatting he was on his way to Chester via Shrewsbury. The fact that he was on the wrong road heading away from Shrewsbury didn't faze him too much, it was a sunny day, the road was good, he would get there eventually. He was raising money for a children's hospital. Further on I met an Andrew Simpson with A N Other (Mike?) who was some way into their 90 mile target for the day, on their way to Jon O'Groats raising money for Help for Hero's. His buddy was cycling for RBLI. All have donations pages on Just Giving website and I give you this info because you might look them up and make a donation.
Saturday, 25 May 2013
Friday, 24 May 2013
but when it came to a second attempt to fetch the little shitland back from the wilderness they took the sensible option and hid under the kitchen table. I, having less choice then they, took a bucket of feed onto the ridge, then down the other side, looking for the pocket rocket Romeo and true to form found him far far away. He was very difficult to spot as he was lurking in a gorse thicket spying on the militia ponies. Deploying the food did for a few seconds attract everyhorses interest and the little shitland almost forgot himself until the grey mare, the apple of his eye chose distance over food and while she and the rest cantered away, he thought for a moment and cantered after her. Yours truly lacking ability to canter sat by scattered offerings and watched several of the herd scoff the freebies while the majority joined the magic circle and disappeared. Once sure they were not bluffing I did follow in their hoofprints and after we got a fair distance across the county they decided to canter all the way back. Knowing that this time it was in the vague direction of home I dutifully followed, half bucket of feed no weighing heavy. Horses being the totally intelligent types ran back to where we had started, up and over the ridge to the mirror image point. Once there they played merrygo round waiting for my arrival and then they ran all the way back. At least I think thats what they did because me being the sensible type carried on in the direction of home and gave the rest of the feed to the pigs who were very grateful. And where they should be.
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Thursday, 23 May 2013
We exchanged glances, mine of horror, his of triumph. With a massive (from a small pony) whinny which roughly translated meant "So long sucker" he cantered off back the way we had came.
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Tuesday, 21 May 2013
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Monday, 20 May 2013
Early morning Saturday saw yours truly amongst the massed ranks of kit zombies (the ones who walk into mountaineer retailers arms outstretched to the shiny goodies, drooling must have, must have) forces wannabees (yeah you are SAS weighing in at 22 stone mate) gym rats and hikers. Eventually we got going, this is a fun, well organised event, but the start is what is technically known a ball ache, 1000 or so all heading up the same track to the first check point, all crossing the same styles at snails pace as the fat knacker (not me!) at the front decides thats the best place to stop and change their gortex jacket/retie their boots/eat pie or take in the view (you dont get this on a Wii2)before waddling out of the way wheezing and looking like they are about to test the lift capacity of the air ambulance.
When Spotty finished showboating his style crossing and everyone patted the big doggy we got off at a fair pace until 1 hour 57 minutes in I bonked. Another technical term for running out of energy. This was not good and as I had set out with the meagrest of rations due the wanting to burn off more than I consumed I was fortunate to have packed as an afterthought a lucozade which was just what the doctor would have ordered. That drunk I stumbled on and 4 hours in stopped to eat the brown whole meal organic pasta I had packed (what was I thinking?) Spotty tucked in to a fair portion making my backpack a bit lighter. 6 and a half hours in I had got to Gospel Pass, accepted a Jaffa Cake from a mountain rescue chap at the checkpoint to suppliment the second attempt to refuel on pasta and water before heading off for the last 6 miles. The last 6 were a bit of a blur, cramp on the last summit threatened to spoil the day, and major back pack malfunction saw yours truly retracing his steps salvaging his pride, gear and pasta.
Then down to the last 100ml of water I got to the final checkpoint.
The run (read stumble) towars the finish line (read plate of cakes) was uplifting as I took a standing ovation from the crowd. Spotty stuck to me like glue sitting politely by my left leg the entire time in the refreshment tent, so much so that some nice lady had to comment how well behaved he was and finding he was one of 9 Berners we have told the congregation that I was some form of animal trainer. Had to be, look at his perfectly behaved dog. I didnt put them right and no one noticed Spotty stealing from a tub of jam tarts. Or scoff an unguarded scotch egg.
Total time 9 hours, better than average, a bit off my best time but that was when I was 12 years lighter and 42 pound younger. For once I didnt think never again, and next year I'm going bacl and will do it in 7.5 hours.
Big thank you to all who sponsored me, anyone wishing to add to the final total can using the donate button top right, put BBMC 2013 in the message box.
Many thanks to you all.
Saturday, 18 May 2013
Friday, 17 May 2013
Practise walks are over.
Anyone wanting to sponsor me press the donate button top right and put in message box BBMC 2013 Donation, money is going to prostate cancer research.
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Thursday, 16 May 2013
Wednesday, 15 May 2013
And it still rained as I fed the critters. Thoughts of bike rides around today's appointments were changed quicker than my foul weather gear before breakfast and so Miranda was mode of transport for the day. But by going home time it was a different world, the sky was blue, the sun shone, the birds sang and all was well, for s few hours at least. On the subject of birds the aviary was attacked today by a Sparrow Hawk who was looking for an easy take away. Thankfully the wire held under its onslaught but if it comes back with bolt cutters things might be different.
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Tuesday, 14 May 2013
If only we hadn't run out of suntan lotion!
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Monday, 13 May 2013
Sunday, 12 May 2013
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