Fell Running Fun

Pen Y Fan
Ascent: 530m
Miles: 5
Going home always starts with the same ordeal, M6 traffic from Cumbria to South Wales! It was in the queue that I had the urge to run up Pen Y Fan the highest mountain in the Brecon Beacons. H agreed that this would be good to blow out the Saturday morning cobwebs. It was then time to convince Neil (my brother). So after much selling it was a 9am pick up to avoid the crowds up the most popular mountain in South Wales. The ascent was more tough as you could see the path all the way up.



A small respite on the ridge before tackling some steep rock steps. Then on to the summit. It was quite busy already on the mountain and this meant lots of words of encouragement and looks of 'you must be mad!'. Standing on the summit was unreal, a feeling of personal accomplishment!



After admiring the view it was time to descend. Back at the car all decided that it was well worth the effort! Bring on the next one!



CatBells and Maiden Moor

Ascent: 1032m

Miles: 10 miles


This was a last minute Sunday afternoon decision. I have always wanted to run CatBells as the view is always stunning from that side of the Lakes. We started at Portinscale for a warm up before hitting the first fell. H did not listen to the distance or ascent figures until she asked getting out of the car, this prompted her not speaking to me until we hit Catbells!



The ascent was steep but you gained height quickly. The view over Keswick and Derwent water was stunning and well worth the effort. Soon we hit the top and spent time admiring the view.



It was then time to head for Maiden Moor. A small section of descent followed by gentle ascent.



Just before the top we decided to drop off the side and explore the steep grassy slope! It wasn't long before we were on the Lake path on the way home. Legs were starting to feel tired now and we still had a fair distance back!



back at the car we were buzzing! 3 hours of great views and physical challenge were an excellent way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Blencathra


Ascent: 687m
Miles: 5.5m

It was decided that Blencathra would be the target after a weekend of work. We decided to go the scenic route to Scales Tarn and tackle the steep side to the summit. The first stage was Mousthwaite Comb.


After encouragement from the groups on their way up it wasn't long before we topped out on the comb. Scales Tarn was the next target. A welcomed relief along the valley.

The ascent to the top was steep from the tarn. Again the view was well worth effort. Getting to the summit is always a great part of the run.

After the usual team pic it was time to descend. A great run and excellent views, just what is needed after a weekend of work!

Sea Kayaking Mull

We left work at 4pm and made our way for the Ferry at Oban. It was a special day for H turning 30! We celebrated with a meal at the Inn at Inverbeg on the way up. The steak is worth every penny!

After a great meal we headed for Oban to catch the 22.30 ferry. This was a great time to sail with the sun setting over Oban and the small Isles. We boarded the Caledonian Macbrayne ferry heading for Craignure on the Isle of Mull.

40 minutes later we were driving the single track roads to Fidden Farm campsite on the Ross of Mull. We were greeted with a fairly strong coastal wind which did not help putting the tent up! As it was H's birthday and she was suffering from severe sun burn she elected to stay in the van and laugh at me and my Dad holding on for dear life to the tent! Soon it was off to bed at 1.00. Learning about the golden hours of light off Colin Prior I could not resist setting the alarm for a 4.00 shoot. So I did and it was totally worth it!

Back to bed for a couple of hours hoping the wind would drop for our paddle. After breakfast it was time to assess. Having ordered a double sea kayak it had not arrived in time for the trip so we were in singles. H elected to take the ferry across to Iona not fancying the trip in a force 4-5. So it was me and my Dad to brave the crossing to the Abbey. It was fun!

Once across the other side we put on our tourist clothes and had a guided tour around the Abbey. Although not religious I felt that there was something special about this place. The history of St Columba is fascinating. Soon it was time to head back to the campsite. Surfing all the way wind against tide! Back at the campsite the rain visited, so it was tea then off to bed to catch up from my early morning shoot. Dad was very proud of his shelter that proved invaluable when cooking tea in the rain!

When we awoke from our evening siesta we could not believe the conditions or the view. H was itching to go for a paddle so we decided to visit the southern tip of Iona for the sunset.

We were not disappointed. I decided to take the DSLR on land for a view over the western side of Iona only to find myself lost with fading light! The picture was worth it ! We made our way back under moon light, marks and head torch light. It was an experience to remember!

It had been one of those days you live for! In the morning it was time to visit Tinkers Hole. A popular mooring place for any sailor in these waters.

Dad decided to do a bit of fishing and as usual caught nothing. The sun was beating down so me and H made the most of it!

Soon it was time to head back to pack up and catch the ferry at 17.00 from Craignure. Dad had fond memories of the chocolate cake at Duart Castle so we had to visit! A cup of tea and cake later we headed for the ferry home.

On the ferry we all agreed that Mull would hold many adventures in the future.

Dedicated to H and her milestone of a birthday!

Thyroidectomy

May 2007

Although this was just about 2 years ago it was beginning to dawn on us that people going through this may need some reassurance and a first hand account. The biggest evidence of this being the thyroid photos on Flickr being the most popular. This either tells us that we are not good at taking photos or thyroid issues are common!

Having struggled with high heart rates (120 resting on the sofa) weight loss, hearing my heart loud at night in my ears and hot all the time combined with a scary heart sensation on a mountain bike ride I decided to get it checked out by the doctor. One day after the blood test I was put on medication due to a thyroid level 5 times higher than it should have been.

I was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism at the end of 2003 and was started on beta blockers and carbimazole. I endured 1 month on beta blockers (at least they didn't slow me down too much!) and 18 months on carbimazole and a blood test every month. I was then thankful to get off the meds. It took 6 months before all the symptoms returned and I started to lose weight again. I returned to the doctors and was put on carbimazole again. Feeling disappointed about the relapse and the fact that I had not felt well for the past 2 years I endured another couple of months before being referred to an endocrinologist. I was annoyed that I had not been referred earlier but this was the doctors decision to look after it themselves. In hind sight it was the right decision as I could develop a relationship with the doctor that I later relied upon.

The endocrinologist was very clear that I had 'graves disease' and there was 2 options. The first radioactive iodine the second surgery. I opted for the third, wait for it to go away! This I was told was not an option after the relapse. I was not keen on radioactive iodine due to it possibly not working the first time around and the fact that I would be responsible for taking it and looking after myself, staying away from others was also not a pleasant thought. On the other hand thinking of having a cut across the throat and what was deemed as a major operation was also not that attractive to me! So I decided to meet with the surgeon who told me that I would be in 2 days and back to work within the week! This sounded not so bad and so I opted for the surgery.

I thought that it would be 3 months at least but a cancellation meant that I was in within the month!

I arrived in the hospital in the afternoon and saw numerous doctors and had a few blood tests. Information was not the clearest and what the surgeon had told me was completly contradicted as I was told it would be at least 5 days in hospital. Neverthless I slept quite well that night and in the morning I was taken for a voice check. This was one of the funiest things I have had to do. A tip, do not take your partner in as they will continue to make fun forever! It was then a meeting with the person who puts you to sleep. It was all quite surreal! I remember being quite scared waiting to go in. I was lucky to have a lady on my ward Carol who was so reassuring. She was in after me and we got each other through it! My partner was also a rock never showing how scared they were inside which helped as I would not have needed much to make a run for it at this point!

So it was down to the putting to sleep room and the doctors and nurses were fantastic! They totally tricked me and the next thing I knew I was coming around in recovery. I felt no pain but later felt the embarrassment of telling the same story over and over coming around with my family on the ward!

I had a drain in my neck which I carried around in my pocket and eating was a nightmare for the first 2 days. Although I was struggling to swallow and choked on my food regularly I didn't once feel panicked! I was put on calcium tablets and levothyroxine straight away. My voice was very weak for about a month after. Being a teacher this worried me but it came back with time.

This was 4 days after the op. The stitch came out 1 week after the operation.
My drain was taken out after 1 day. This was not as bad as you might think. You can see on the left of the picture where the drain was.


I was visited by the surgeon on 2 occasions. There was 2 questions I wanted to know, when could I go home and how much thyroid gland was taken. He would not say when I could go home but he informed me that they had removed most of the gland but not all of it as it wasn't safe enough. I spent 5 days in hospital and then couldn't stick it anymore! The staff at the hospital were brilliant but it is always better recovering in your own home!

At home I was looked after as I was quite weak and slept for the next 3 days! I was very scared the first night and I was thankful that I was in contact with a friend of the family who was a thyroid surgeon and only too happy to put my mind at rest. My biggest issue was the lack of calcium and its side effects but it was also due to me feeling very vulnerable!

I returned to the hospital and my stitch was removed, again not as bad as I thought! I began to feel much stronger after a week and a half after the operation. I visited the surgeon for a last appointment and I was dismissed unless my voice did not come back within two weeks. Unfortunatley my voice did not come back and so I returned again for another appointment. I was asked to come back in another 2 weeks if it did not return as the surgeon was convinced that it was temporary damage to the laryngeal nerve. He was right it returned and got stronger.

I was not back as a teacher fully until the following September. I missed 2 months of teaching but went in part time to conserve my own sanity!

About 1 1/2 weeks after the operation.

Regular contact with the doctor allowed me to get my medication sorted very quickly. I am on 125mcg of levothyroxine having started on 150mcg.

Within 1 month I was back on my bike and within 3 months I rode the route de grande alps. It has taken a good 2 years to get back to feeling normal! A feeling that I had previously forgotten! My medication has been consistent since the operation. Blood tests have shown some kind of stability but I think any thyroid patient can tell when they are high or low! I have since developed mild circulation problems in my feet and hands and have been given nifedipine to take as and when.

From my perspective this was the best thing that could have happened as I did not realise how unwell the hyperthyroidism was making me! I feel so much better now. The scar from the operation is how my partner cheekily calls it a 'bramble scratch'! You can hardly see it!

If I was to sum up my experience I would say that it was not half as bad as I thought it would be! I wouldn't have got through the procedure without the support of my family and friends.

If you have any quesitons or just want to make contact feel free to communicate through the blog!

Ben More

March 2009

It was a quick departure from work on a Friday afternoon and a trip up to the Trossachs. We stayed at Immervoulin campsite, the hosts were so friendly and the campsite a nice place to stay. We studied the maps and used the cicerone guide of the Munros volume 1. Having used this book for a few walks now we can totally recommend it for its original route choice and accurate timings.

Parking was just down from Ben More farm. As you can see from the picture it was not hard to find the path! (to start with)

The path to Ben More

The walk down the valley was a gentle introduction to the ascent that followed. The cloud was completely down on the mountain and with no path in sight it was time to pick a gap in the crags and climb! After a steep ascent we ended up on Stob Binnein the peak next to Ben More. The two dominate the skyline when driving into Crianlarich.

Ascending Ben More

After a quick bite to eat it was down to go up again onto Ben More. The path was clear but in low cloud navigation was a bit of a problem and a small detour and check of the altimeter turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The cloud began to lift and what a view!

H on the summit
Descending Ben More with the ridge of Stob Binnein in the background

Off the top of Ben More

A great walk with a variety of different perspectives on the Scottish hills!

Skiing Portes du Soleil

February 2009

We set off from Cumbria on the Friday after school finished filled with excitement! It was a quick stop over at Marine Parade in Dover before catching the ferry to Dunkerque. The morning ferry was very pleasant and it was soon time to get behind the wheel of the motorhome and hit the peage. Ten hours later we arrived at Les Marmottes campsite in Essert Romand. Maxime, the campsite owner had prepared the pitch expertedly.

Sunday morning it was over to the bus stop. It is so convenient to walk across the road to the bus stop and 1 euro later you are standing in the middle of Morzine with kilometeres of ski runs to choose from. First day it is always a warm up on Le Pleney side.

Overlooking Morzine on a glorious day!

The next day saw our heaviest snow fall! It always amazes us how the buses run when the roads are so white. An excellent day on the powder including some scary skiing on the Chamoissier was topped off by having to dig our way to the door of the motorhome!

H loving the Welsh feeling at the Nyon!

Trying to get into the motorhome at the end of a great day!

The next day the weather was back to its best. We decided to head swiss side and the plan was to tackle the canyon de shott on the way home. The skiing was sublime and the views spectacular.

Some off piste action

H on the Grand Paradis


Kath overlooked by the Col de Cou

It was a couple more days of excellent skiing. A curry with Carl and Sian on the last night set us up for the journey home. Both sad to leave but in need of a rest after a full on weeks skiing!

H sad to leave but happy for the rest! Check out the photos on Flickr for a real feel of the fantastic skiing.

Lake Garda MTB & Via Ferrata

August 2008

From the French Alps it was time to head to the Italian side through the Mont Blanc tunnel to check out Lake Garda. The aim of the trip was to scare ourselves both on the Via Ferratas and the somewhat challenging mountain bike terrain! Relaxing was then to be done in the actual lake itself!

We arrived at a campsite just on the out skirts of Riva Del Garda. The image below was the view from the tent each night. On the 2nd night we had the biggest thunder and lightening storm I have ever witnessed. Mother nature just reminding us how insignificant we are!

We spent just over a week mountain biking and playing on the via ferratas. Mountain bike trip 1 was a route up to the refuge of Bocca di Trat. It entailed a 7 hour climb from the lake shores. Thinking that we would be rewarded for our efforts we were wrong! The descent was no more than a 4x4 track down the mountain. We decided to go and find our own singletrack but even this proved too arduous after the climb! All in all the day was put down to good training and as you would expect great views!
A well earned coke at the top !


The next adventure entailed a slightly exposed via ferrata up Cima Capi. It was time to dust off the via ferrata kits and scare ourselves. Looking for some adrenaline we set off in anticipation. The walk in was very pleasant and at times more scary than the via ferrata! Passing old war trenches was a stark reminder to why the via ferrata was there in the first place. It wasn't long before we could see people looking like ants on the ridge. A quick blast up the face was enough to get heart rates up ! The views were spectacular back down to the Lake. A summit photo followed by the just as interesting descent route topped off a great day !

And so it was on to our next adventure. We decided to travel by boat to Malcesine with our bikes and catch the only cable car in the area to the top of Monte Baldo and then over Mont Altissimo back to Riva. It sounded ambitious and it was!! The boat trip was spectacular even with the 30 degree plus heat haze and H over dosing on anti histamines! We missed the early cable car so chilled out by the lake. It was then a free for all to catch cable car up to the top, not at all as good as the alps! Once at the top we got ready to ride yet another 4x4 track down. A few map checks later and a race with a local we arrived at the bottom of Mont Altissimo. A hard climb was rewarded with one of the best hot chocolates in the world! We were revitalised and ready to go. The top felt like we were riding through a war museum with ground trenches and fortifications all around. It was the descent from hell that followed. Gnarly singletrack and huge rocks falls were enough to make our weary legs more weary. It turned out to be another 12 hour epic racing with the light to get back to our tent. After a good meal and deserved shower we felt all in all another excellent adventure!


We were sad to leave Lake Garda. Despite the crowds of tourists it felt like we had the best of both worlds with the mountains towering above. The campsite at Monte was excellent and I firmly recommend it for its cleanliness and high standards. This trip definitley fuelled our love for the Dolomites again!