Whiplash or circuit training! That's the spirit of fell running. I like it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
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Whiplash or circuit training! That's the spirit of fell running. I like it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Yeah. But there's also some great downhill bits too!Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
So which poets have entered so far then?
Hes
Freckle
HHH
TM
anyone I missed?
What an excellent idea. You'll not miss us all dressed like that. :) Is it poor form to smoke a pipe on the way round too?Quote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
Of course we should.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Great. I'll add you to the list.Quote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
Hes
Freckle
HHH
TM
Neil Wooton
A lady poetess from the North East
Thought the Anni Waltz could be a bit of a beast
But she dashed around real fine
After a night on the Jennings and wine
It must have been the Snecklifter yeast
Hope you are okay Hes.Having never run in the lake district although familiar with some areas of it. I've read the distance and the ascent and it reads quite hard as far as these things go. Have any of you guys done this before ?. Is it hard. I know that might seem like an odd question but you know sometimes where you do 2 or 3 different races supposedly all about the same in distance and ascent and 1 seems so much easier than the others or in fact harder. I know fitness comes into it but even then sometimes when fully fit this happens. Cheers Matt.
A pipe is a perfectly acceptable accessory for the discerning fellrunning chap or lady..? Hope you are OK hes. I have complete permission from the commander in chief to attend this event i'm going to enter very soon now i'm off to write some verseQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Tri did you get tollok at the poetry magazine website I linked if not it's well wortha visit as it contains every poetry publication in the UK and gives details of submissions I thought it might be useful as your in the midst of writing a collection
Cheers Neil appreciate it.
No problem Tri
Heres one I wrote donkeys years ago
I have learnt more on the backs of
Banknotes than I ever did at school
Shakespeares birth and death
And what Stephenson used for fuel
I have learnt more on the backs of
Banknotes than I evr could have thought
The wards Florence was Walking
And the battlles Wellington won and fought.
i've entered the Waltz.:)
I knew it would be fine for the ladies, just wasn't sure about us chaps.Quote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
Tri I've done it the past two years. And yes Lakeland races are always harder than they should be in my experience :rolleyes:. My first time, there was a bitterly cold 100 mile an hour wind blowing on the tops and that was horrendous. Last year was much more kindly on the weather front. The route is a nice long run out along a track for a couple of miles or so which then turms into a 2,000 feet straight climb up the side of Robinson. A fabulous descent after that on rubbery legs to the top of the Buttermere Fell ridgeline. Then its up Hindscarth and down, up Dalehead and down before cutting homeward bound over High Spy and Catbells. A humdinger of a descent to then finish. My route map. You'll love it.... honest.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
I've done it once before, in 2007. It is a hard race, but it is all in the pacing on the day. Most of the climbing is done to Robinson, then there is some good running through Hindscarth to Dale Head. There's a big drop off Dale Head, but there is a grassy way down if you can find it. After then its a bit of a slog up High Spy and across Maiden Moor, which is where you pay if you've gone off too fast. There's a last bit of climb to Catbells, then a magnificent descent to the finish and cakes. You'll love it TM, but the more miles in preparation you get the chance to do, the better.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
What a lovely romantic route map; a heart-shaped (bit wonky but hey ho) route!Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
Thanks everyone so a tough but lovely day at the office. I'm glad everybody didn't think i was going crazy with this similar races harder than other speak. By the way looked on website how far is my u10 running cause i can't find it. My guess round a mile ?.
ah yes....the pacing. Last year, feeling fine, I did the first 2 or 3 miles up the valley at around 6:30-7:00 mins/mile pace (the leaders still disappeared into the distance), got to the top of Robinson with 3/4 of the pack behind me, and for the rest of the race watched about 10,000 runners pass me.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Bringing shame on the House of Whippet and the Vest of GLory.
Oh...and I thought I could do that distance without weighing myself down with a drink.......wrong!
A fine learning experience.
Bounding up Newlands on a sunny spring day
Morgan Donnelly (who had cycled there) showing the way
Clawing up Robinson, eyes stinging with sweat
Onwards to Hindscarth and a pattern is set
Runners with sense come cruising by
Over Dale Head and across High Spy
On reaching Cat Bells, dazed, dehydrated
The plight of this runner is not understated
The last dizzy descent, weak with thirst
The Whippet came in 10,000 and 1st.
anyway, as I was saying, pace yourself and take a drink
Thanks Stolly...judging by my performance at the running club tonight I'll need it :eek:....just looking forward to the experience are you doing it this year?Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
this is soooooooooooooooooooo funny, love it !Quote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
Awwwwwwwww, shucks....thanks DT!...............:):):)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
wot a cool poem :) nice one...not doing much for my FEAR tho!...although i tend not to head out fast and am one of life's plodders!Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Winter Seascape by John Betjeman
The sea runs back against itself
With scarcely time for breaking wave
To cannonade a slatey shelf
And thunder under in a cave.
Before the next can fully burst
The headwind, blowing harder still,
Smooths it to what it was at first -
A slowly rolling water-hill.
Against the breeze the breakers haste,
Against the tide their ridges run
And all the sea's a dappled waste
Criss-crossing underneath the sun.
Far down the beach the ripples drag
Blown backward, rearing from the shore,
And wailing gull and shrieking shag
Alone can pierce the ocean roar.
Unheard, a mongrel hound gives tongue,
Unheard are shouts of little boys;
What chance has any inland lung
Against this multi-water noise?
Here where the cliffs alone prevail
I stand exultant, neutral, free,
And from the cushion of the gale
Behold a huge consoling sea.
HHH i have been looking at previous Anni waltz results and i noticed the name Alistair Dunn come up from the same athletic club as you i think. Is this your good self or some other Alistair ?. If it is you 2nd wow.
The Anni Waltz, my first Lakeland race,
Beautiful scenery, a joy to behold
Work permitting, a teen with altitude next:eek:
Tonight's Old Peculiar
takes me back many years.
Wasdale Head Hotel
1982 to be precise.
Not exactly Proustian
a pitched battle wth sheep shit
Glad your ok Hes, good luck to you and freckle at the waltz;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Aw Brock....i like a little bit of old peculiar, i have just had a brakspear yummy! anyhoo, i like your poem! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Brock
N.W. get with the times. The modern fell poet could well be sporting a black polo neck under the jacket of tweed. Thick black rimmed specs de rigeur, a beard of course, cordrouys, and sandals (with or without socks). Of course the pipe and satchel remain non-negotiable.Quote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
I have had a brilliant idea everyone!....why don't we invite Gok Wan (or whatever he is called not sure ages since i watched tv) down to do a "How to look good naked" special for fell poets taking part in the AW?.........................................:eek:. .........oh dear, trust me to lower the tone!Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
I can look good knackered.................not sure about naked:eek::DQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
How to look good knackered - there's a programme I could watch!Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Merrylegs looks knackered 24-7Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
So when he's proper knackered
No one can tell;)
I know the feeling!..........Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
anyhoo, we haven't had pablo on here for a bit....
Morning
Pablo Neruda
Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
If it's cold will there be a supply of elastic bands for the gentlemen of the party !!!! :D
I didn't realise we had met OW ;):DQuote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
A sonnet by John Keats: (sorry, I can't write the stuff just admire those who can !)
On First Looking into Chapman's Homer
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacific -and all his men
Looked at each other with a wild surmise -
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
The poem can really apply to anything you come across in life which stops you dead and causes you to say Wow ! :cool: and the beauty of it is it can happen many times if you are lucky :D
The fell poets society in training for the anniversary waltz :D :rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Sonnet of Fidelity
Above all, to my love I'll be attentive
First and always, with care and so much
That even when facing the greatest enchantment
By love be more enchanted my thoughts
I want to live it through in each vain moment
And in its honor I'll spread my song
And laugh my laughter and cry my tears
When you are sad or when you are content
And thus, when later comes looking for me
Who knows, the death, anxiety of the living,
Who knows, the loneliness, end of all lovers
I'll be able to say to myself of the love (I had):
Be not immortal, since it is flame
But be infinite while it lasts
Vinicius de Moraes
Seen on a t-shirt last weekend... :D
My trainers are scaggy and old
And housing a culture of mould
They smell none too sweet
Discolour my feet ...
To me they're more precious than GOLD!
The Dormouse and the Doctor
by A. A. Milne
There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red),
And all the day long he'd a wonderful view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
A Doctor came hurrying round, and he said:
"Tut-tut, I am sorry to find you in bed.
Just say 'Ninety-nine' while I look at your chest....
Don't you find that chrysanthemums answer the best?"
The Dormouse looked round at the view and replied
(When he'd said "Ninety-nine") that he'd tried and he'd tried,
And much the most answering things that he knew
Were geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
The Doctor stood frowning and shaking his head,
And he took up his shiny silk hat as he said:
"What the patient requires is a change," and he went
To see some chrysanthemum people in Kent.
The Dormouse lay there, and he gazed at the view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue),
And he knew there was nothing he wanted instead
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red).
The Doctor came back and, to show what he meant,
He had brought some chrysanthemum cuttings from Kent.
"Now these," he remarked, "give a much better view
Than geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue)."
They took out their spades and they dug up the bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red),
And they planted chrysanthemums (yellow and white).
"And now," said the Doctor, "we'll soon have you right."
The Dormouse looked out, and he said with a sigh:
"I suppose all these people know better than I.
It was silly, perhaps, but I did like the view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue)."
The Doctor came round and examined his chest,
And ordered him Nourishment, Tonics, and Rest.
"How very effective," he said, as he shook
The thermometer, "all these chrysanthemums look!"
The Dormouse turned over to shut out the sight
Of the endless chrysanthemums (yellow and white).
"How lovely," he thought, "to be back in a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red.)"
The Doctor said, "Tut! It's another attack!"
And ordered him Milk and Massage-of-the-back,
And Freedom-from-worry and Drives-in-a-car,
And murmured, "How sweet your chrysanthemums are!"
The Dormouse lay there with his paws to his eyes,
And imagined himself such a pleasant surprise:
"I'll pretend the chrysanthemums turn to a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red)!"
The Doctor next morning was rubbing his hands,
And saying, "There's nobody quite understands
These cases as I do! The cure has begun!
How fresh the chrysanthemums look in the sun!"
The Dormouse lay happy, his eyes were so tight
He could see no chrysanthemums, yellow or white.
And all that he felt at the back of his head
Were delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red).
And that is the reason (Aunt Emily said)
If a Dormouse gets in a chrysanthemum bed,
You will find (so Aunt Emily says) that he lies
Fast asleep on his front with his paws to his eyes.