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Brompton World Championships 2016

Just a day to go now until the Brompton World Championships. The bike is serviced, decided to leave on the mud guards and rack but I’ve taken off the mud flap and front bag holder.

What to wear has been a bit of a conundrum, not spending too much money on bespoke kit I have raided the wardrobe and ended up just buying a new pair of shorts. I just need to decide now if I want to cut the lining out of the jacket and hack off the shirt sleeves a bit!

There is a full days activities running up to the race, including the Ride London Classique – Holly and I will be there all afternoon taking part!

More details here https://www.prudentialridelondon.co.uk/

 

 

Jukola 2016

13495299_10155486185738084_7559962509016411421_nJukola is a Finn phenomenon in orienteering – held since the late 1940s it has become one of the largest orienteering events in the world, this year attracting around 18,000 competitors. It’s an all-night relay, starting at 11pm with 7 runners per team tackling varying lengths of courses from 8.5 to 16.5km.

It’s been on my bucket list for a while but putting together a team and being fit enough to run it, affording the cost and having the time to go have always been barriers…. This year Cath and I decided to just do it, whatever, and ended up piggybacking some pals in a Bristol Orienteering Klub team (I was a BOK member years ago so I do have some claims!).

Cath took the trip at a slightly more leisurely pace but as I had limited holiday I did it in a whirlwind, landing on late on Friday night flying from Manchester. BOK’s resident Finn, Tommi Grover, kindly hosted everyone at his family house just outside Helsinki on Friday night and on Saturday we drove out towards the Russian border where Jukola 2016 was to be held.

The weather all weekend was constant rain with the odd shower of not raining, leaving the ground waterlogged, and from the off I decided my wellies (Nokia ones, of course) were a very good thing to have brought with me.

We arrived just in time to see the Venla (Women only relay race of 4 runners) kick off and then after dropping our kit in our home for the next 24 hours (an army tent) we spent an afternoon slowly getting soaked, eating too much sausage and cheering on the BOK team and any other Brits we could see coming through the changeover.

There are huge outdoor shops that appear for the weekend on site in large tents, together with food outlets and sponsors – all a bit like Glastonbury (Still the Pilton Festival if you grew up near Glastonbury in the 70s & 80s as I did). Unfortunately, over the course of the day it got even more like Glastonbury as the site turned to a sea of mud.

At 10.55pm I found myself lined up with 1740 others (men and women) in rows of approx. 30 as maps were handed out. At 11.00pm a Finnish Soldier with a rifle let rip a burst of automatic fire and we were off as the Benny Hill theme tune pumped out through the PA!

13442321_10157007281110414_2122510120875312818_nThe start is bonkers, trying to glance at an A2 sized map, find the start triangle on the map, fold the map down to try and see the long leg to #1, work out where you are going, perhaps take a compass bearing and oh…. leg it through a sea of mud….. with 1700 others doing the same thing at various speeds!

After about 700 metres of run out we were faced with a wall of young trees and rock and we all dived in, ducking, jumping, weaving; hundreds of orienteers forming long trains through the forest, threading their way through, splitting and rejoining, everyone attempting to stay in touch with progress over the map, hopefully in the right direction.

And so this continued, the trains thinning slightly, groups of 150 of so converging on controls (or not) over the next 11 km.

For me it was just rough compass, hang on to a train going in the right direction and pick off the big features. I made a couple of mistakes, one where I should have taken a ‘British’ style easy route-choice rather than the ‘Finnish’ straight is always great approach and avoided a horrendous marsh and ditch network, and one where I went with the train not trusting my instincts that I was right and they were wrong (difficult to go against 20 or so others).

My legs started to give in as I came through the long spectator loop and it was all I could do to hang on through the last section but I finished in a respectable 920nd position and handed over.

Our team was a rag tag bag of all sorts of fitness and abilities and I had to leave for home before we ultimately finished but finish we did and nowhere near last with many older Finns taking literally hours to finish their legs. The atmosphere was fantastic, the normal relay camaraderie taken to a whole new level.

13494947_10155486397828084_5365810148240002983_nThe adventure didn’t stop, however, when we got to the car – the parking field was strewn with cars in random angles up to their axels in mud, 4 way flashers on waiting to be pulled out by a team of tractors. We had a flight to catch and managed to jump the queue for a tow. I’ll remember being pulled out sideways through the mud by a huge tractor in our brand new hire car for years to come.

We just made the flight and I eventually rocked up back in Stafford with a bag of stinking wet and muddy kit at 10pm on Sunday night with a smile on my face. A great event – Ill be back…

A video of the event can be found here

Holidays on Heb

We have been meaning to go to the Outer Hebrides for years, the sheer distance and logistics of ferries kept putting it off but this year we planned early and headed north.

We took the ferry from Uig to Lochmaddy after an over-night pit stop in Perth on the Friday, all told a journey of some 550 miles.

13412935_10155446863933084_3811463039576072842_nOur accommodation was a fantastic traditional cottage on South Uist near Daliburgh, Lochboisdale run by an enthusiastic Angus and his wife and we could not have asked for anything more from it. There was a bottle of red wine, some local cheese, oatcakes and pate and lots of staples all waiting for us. They were attentive all week and I am sure if we had asked for some strange kitchen implement such as a Norwegian Egg Slicer they would have somehow produced one with a flourish. He even offered to wash my car on the last night!

We spent a great week on the islands of South Uist, North Usit, Benbecula, Eriskay and Barra. The weather was frankly well beyond expectations and sunny all week. Below a few highlights:

Ben Mhor

13343112_10155446865538084_7481571936716905606_nLeaving the car on the roadside we headed up lightweight, in trail shoes, intending to run the loop of Ben Mhor and Hecler. The going was easy over short grass with the odd bog and open rock, from time to time we were able to follow a minor path or sheep track. As we ascended the wind speed increased and although we were on top in just over an hour the sheer force of the wind had us unfortunately backtracking and cutting short our loop.

The views off the top were splendid, out to Barra and Eriskay to the South, over the water to Skye in the East and all the way to Harris and Lewis in the north.

After a brief munch in the lee of the ridge we ran off enjoying the springy grassy slopes back to the car.

Note: This walk should not be undertaken without sound navigational knowledge as there are no tracks….

Swimming in Loch Eynort

13393990_10155446876413084_8851274029686831032_nThe difference between the East and West coasts of South Uist is very marked, the sand dunes or the West giving way to rocky inlets and sea lochs to the East.

Loch Eynort in the east is a sea loch that winds its way in to the island, almost bisecting it. In a couple of different places near the road head on the south side of the loch we donned wetsuits and mooched about swimming in the shallows, the mountains surrounding us and seals playing in the distance or hauled out on little islets.

After some time the seals became interested and came over to see us. Although always keeping their ‘safe’ distance of approx 10 – 25 meters or so they kept bobbing up giving us eyeball for over an hour, a brilliant encounter.

Cycling the West coast beaches and dunes

13417411_10155446865618084_7275598147069183354_nMany cyclists pootle up through the Uists on laden touring bikes on the main road but we headed out to the extensive dunes and long stretches of white sand on the West side of the island. Using mountain bikes we cruised the grassy slopes of the dunes, catching some cracking views along the way before dropping the bikes down onto the beach itself. You have to be careful with the piles of seaweed which slowly rot away on the tide line in places which, when disturbed, emit a fairly unpleasant odour and are very slippery, but once over these we zoomed along on the firm sand with Holly and Cath riding through the shallows whilst I tackled the small rocky outcrops on my full sus bike (also not wanting to get seawater in my bearings!)

 

Cycling round Barra.

13346746_10155446864938084_1636429088625449414_nWe took the ferry over to Barra on bikes, and after watching some planes land and take off at Barra Airport (the Beach at low tide) met up with some friends and pootled around the road circuit of Barra, stopping off at a couple of the again bright white sandy beaches with the kids. Before heading back to the ferry we stopped in Castlebay at ‘the deck’ for tea and cake.

 

Some other great days out included:

  • Sea Kayaking from Barra’s Castlebay
  • Evening walk up Ben Scrien on Eriskay
  • Benbecula Half Marathon (Cath not me)
  • Walk up Ben Langais (North Uist) followed by dinner at the Langais Hotel
  • Meeting Danny McAskill on the way home

 

 

 

I broke my E5 :-(

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Gutted. Getting my White E5 out of the garage the other day (it was clean for a change) I noticed a huge crack in the frame on the down tube 🙁  it’s a shame but the frame is 10 years old and I bought it second hand in 2011.
Trouble is the rest of the bike is mint – but all old specs…. 26 inch wheels, straight 1/8th headtube,  traditional bottom bracket etc….
So what to do. A new bike would be at least £2700 for anything getting near as good or as light as the E5…..

In the end mooching around eBay looking for second hand frames – orange st4s, whyte e120s, superlights, sparks, anthems and the like the E5s slightly heavier American cousin jumped out at me….. A Marin Mount Vision frame from 2010.

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Well I bought it (£230 delivered) and it is immaculate.
Moving everything over from the E5 was a doddle, I just needed a new full length cable outer.

The frame even came with an upgraded shock – an x-fusion

I’ve only ridden it once so far but at present although a pound heavier prefer it to the E5 🙂

Pimping the Brompton for racing

I’ve now sorted the Brompton into racing spec 🙂

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Longer seatpost
Lightweight saddle
SPD pedals
Hard compound suspension rubber.

I’ve left on the rack and mudguards until a little closer to the race.
Having ridden it I think the nice Brooks leather grips will also have to go for something more grippy and I am still wondering about putting on some kojak slicks…
I was worried about the fact it’s only a two speed and that essentialy on the flat means it’s a singlespeed but on my little training course (more about that later) the one gear is fine, makes you work hard….

Brompton World Championships – I’ve got an entry!

brompton2Well, after not much to tell I’ve entered an event, got an entry and now have something to train for….

The Brompton World Championships!  http://www.brompton.com/Events

My Brompton has been a little underused for about a year and needs a little TLC but I think this event might get me back riding it regularly. So if you see a green Brompton being ridden like its been stolen around Stafford…. that will be me training for July’s event.

 

 

Cancer Research – Holly’s Challenge

My Daughter Holly will be raising money for Cancer Research this week – read her story below.

I will be climbing the 15 highest Wainwrights in the May holiday in memory of Sue Hawker, who lost her battle earlier this year. We are doing this because Sue loved to walk, loved the Lakes, loved to go on adventures, but she also took me up my first Munro when I was 3 months old. Sue lived in the Lake District and loved the fells and the May holiday was her traditional walking holiday week.

This will be a big challenge for me, as, although I am an outdoorsy, adventure girl, I was 12 in March, and I have never done any of the Lakes peaks. The challenge of climbing the 15 highest mountains is a little scary!!

All of the money I raise will go towards cancer research because we all want to be able to beat cancer.

https://www.justgiving.com/Holly-Stodgell/

Somerset MBO – Quantocks

wpid-wp-1415224006446.jpegA chance to ride a mountain bike orienteering event on my old home turf of the Quantocks, mixed with a weekend catching up with the family and a visit to Bridgwater Carnival was a perfect end to the half term holidays.
Bridgwater Carnival was fab, awesome huge articulated ‘floats’ interdisbersed with mad individuals in costumes, the odd majorettes band and of course a bit of wind, rain and the waft of sizzling sausages. I am not sure standing in the cold for 3 hours was the best preparation for a Mountainbike event but we had a great night. For those that don’t know about the Somerset carnival season, more info here http://www.somersetcarnivals.co.uk

wpid-wp-1415224608910.jpegThe next morning dawned wet windy and with mist and cloud hugging the Quantock hills as I drove to the event, wipers lashing the screen. After a catchup with old faces and some general phaff about what to wear I rode the 20 mins to the top of the hill to the start.The clouds and rain had cleared to give fantastic views in all directions.wpid-wp-1415227540519.jpeg

wpid-wp-1415224660638.jpegEven with the rain stopped there was standing water everywhere and lots of slippery slimy red mud. On the way to #1 I lost the front end of the bike and soon found myself in a slowmotion superman dive into a muddy puddle. In a way it spead me up for the day as already being cold and soaked I didnt mess about from then on!

I knew the key to the event was to pick a route which kept climb to a minimum. As I splashed through the mud I suddenly picked a route from the map that worked and went for it….

wpid-wp-1415227939584.jpegMy legs are still struggling with 3 hours, the climb up to the top from my last checkpoint was narrow, steep and slippery, all too soon I was off and walking, craving some food… The minutes ticked away and it was only some bravery and a full suspension bike on the last decent that meant I only lost 20 points being 10 mins late.

However a smile soon formed itself on my face as I downloaded in third place

Thanks to somerset Mbo for an excellent event. Results and report here… http://www.bmbo.org.uk/results/report.php?event_id=597

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