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Chunal Moor/ wormstones

Just so you know, this sign has recently gone up at the bottom of Chunal moor on the path up to Wormstones. Evidently it’s not great that there has been (allegedly) incidence of sheep being killed, but equally, its not great that a “dog ban” might occur. Perhaps the main thing to take away here …

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The “wow, Im tired, I hope no-one notices how much I made up this week” Weekend report.

This week has seen markedly improved weather. I think. Let me recall back…. um. Yes, I think it has. There appears to be less snow on the tops, though the underfoot squidge hasn’t really dried out in any appreciable way. A fair few things were going on this week in terms of racing and reccying …

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The “it’s Spring! I’m sure it’s Spring” issue (keep telling yourself that)

They let me out of one country and, surprisingly, back into this one. I’d love to say that I’m still jetlagged and not sure what time zone I’m in, hence why this report is a little late. The reality is, I must blame Matt Huxford for taking me out on a short run yesterday, which …

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End of January dearth of races weekend report

Ah, tis a waxing crescent moon that rises above Glossopdale this evening, and the glow of light pollution from Manchester, Sheffield and all those people with uplighters on their houses renders the stars yet still less visible than they should be. Having said that, it really isn’t all that often that I’m getting out for …

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Mud, frozen mud, wet mud, deep mud,more mud weekly round up

It has got the point where my mudclaws have given into the reality that they’re either stuffed with newspaper and lying on the floor in front of a radiator, or they’re b eing splattered through a bog. I suspect everyone else’s shoes are in much the same state. Trench foot has just about been staved …

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Ah – the weather has got bad. That means it’s time to race on the Fells – weekend report.

Yes, it is the 3rd weekend of the year, it has snowed, there is low lying fog across the hills, and there it is generally pretty grim out there. Which must mean that the time is ripe for a load of people to go trogging off across moors and mountains in the name of racing …