Went out with Neil again on Thursday, didn't get quite as far as we intended due to rather strong headwinds which saw us do 2 miles in 30 minutes on the way out & 2 1/2 miles in 20 minutes on the way back.
So, bolstered by new found enthusiasm, I entered the High Cup Nick fell race. Only 9 miles / 1500ft, ONLY 9 MILES!!!! felt more like 90. After a gentle start through the lovely village of Dufton ( see dufton.org.uk) it all went pear shaped, a couple of miles of open fell trod brought another couple of miles of open fell bog. This was ok (not) 'til I realised that to get to the top of the Nick was a near vertical climb up a grassy bank, by this stage we were well in the clag in more ways than one.
The funny thing is, when you get to what you think is the top, you expect the rest to be all down hill. Oh no, it undulates and undulations hurt at this stage of the game before a long, long descent back to the village to be greeted by smiley faces, happy dogs, pats on the back, handshakes, hugs and cups of soup.
Do it again? Of course I bloody would, I'll be back next year to give it another go, bring on the next one!!!
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