I have tested the water on the Parkrun stage only because you have to run with U11's - I will also be on the XC stage in the morning but only in a recce role!
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I have tested the water on the Parkrun stage only because you have to run with U11's - I will also be on the XC stage in the morning but only in a recce role!
It's definitely quiet around here at the moment. Has the art of talking bollox around set subjects left us?
Presumably because yours is campagnolo.:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Marco
It is quiet Noel. Maybe we are exhausted, bludgeoned, cowed and finally too wary to voice an opinion, state a view or just peep above the parapet? Does evolution of soshul meedya mean we cant have fun anymore??
But if you want to launch a bollox thread, be my guest!;)
We used to have gravy, back in the good old days....
...and Magnetic Variation.
Not having used a compass in anger for 2/3 years, when MV was virtually nil in the far west, I am going to hone my skills with a few trips to Kinder/Bleaklow.
Have folk started adding a degree yet?
Nail-on-head, Wheeze.Quote:
Originally Posted by Wheeze
A degree? I only ever worked to N-S-E-W and the four bisections between them. On orienteering races when in headless chicken floundering mode with brain even more cabbage-like than usual, my chosen heading could just as easily be 180 degrees out. Accuracy to within a degree is an abstract concept in my case (cue Noel with a suggestion for a gastronomic delight involving chicken, flounders and now cabbages ;)).Quote:
Originally Posted by Llani Boy
Oh, and compass bubbles? I suffered the same problem more than once. Perhaps I wear them out, or could it be osmosis? Are flounders salty like capers? If not, it must just be the salty sweat from my heaving, struggling carcass.
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Originally Posted by BritNick
:D
I've never bothered with magnetic variation ever.... even on the LDMT (i hope Ian Winterburn is not reading this!)
I'm obviously no navigational expert, but i've always thought being able to interpret themap and keep track of where on it you are, are main skills to learn. Then taking a bearing, using handrails, aiming off, all in the next lot to be learned. Finally, using slope-angle to relocate yourself.
Experts like ba-ba will no doubt read the above in a state of shock... but i think that lot gives the skills to look after yourself 95% of the time.
The above pretty much describes me. Additionally I'm not sure that I am capable of running across, say a km of rough ground, to the accuracy of a degree. That's where aiming off comes in useful.Quote:
Originally Posted by Travs
The theory of magnetic variation is interesting to know though.
In the late 70's and 80's when I used to, had to, do a lot of navigation in the hills the Magnetic Variation was around 6 degrees.
If you ignored it then, you could get yourself in a whole load of bother. But like you say Travs, other skills are also important and nowadays unless micro navigating MV is probably largely ignored.
Here are some navigation hints or maybe not from wayback when the forum had a sense of direction.
https://forum.fellrunner.org.uk/show...ght=navigation.
Loads more here :-
https://forum.fellrunner.org.uk/sear...earchid=513249
A lot of names there that are certainly missed on the current forum
It had never occurred to me to blame my navigational blunders on 6 degrees of magnetic variation. I had always imagined they were due to stupidity.Quote:
Originally Posted by Llani Boy
Never bothered with magnetic variation in UK, till I went to New Zealand. It currently stands at 23 degrees (this is not a typo, it really is 23). It was doing my head in then, as I was so aware that one mistake could send me to the wrong mountain range,never mind missing a trig by a few yards.
Yeaaaah. Like it. You get 5 STAR humour points there Britty :) Keep 'em coming.Quote:
Originally Posted by BritNick
And no, rest assured, I don't think you're trying to diss ALL fish or marine life as trying to undermine our navigation aids :D
We had capers in our sauce tonight, along with chives, tarragon and gherkins, ( I call it Sauce Tata) went lovely with our allotment veg and salmon. We navigated it perfectly.
I got so lost in a race once that I brought a new compass - It didn't help: A bad workman blames his tools..
6hrs in to my first LDMT, i was so fatigued that i couldn't operate the compass... was absolutely convinced the needle was pointing south. It was so vivid that i got the compass out again the next day to check it.
Amazing what tiredness can do to your ability to operate.
Surprising how easy it is to convince oneself the compass is wrong, when tired. I want to go this way, I know I must go this way, the compass is wrong telling me I must go that way.Quote:
Originally Posted by Travs
Blame resulting c***k up on magnetic rocks, damn things are hiding all over the country waiting to pounce.
I first came to know Ilkley in 1963 and have actually lived in Ilkley for over 10 years.Quote:
Originally Posted by molehill
One night on its moor, cold, wet, miserable, I was dutifully following my compass south to get home and then, having wondered why Ilkley had not appeared, remembered that Ilkley actually lies north of its moor - and has done since Roman times.:)
And you know what lies South.... ghouls and spooks and scary things.Quote:
Originally Posted by Graham Breeze
That would be Keighley?Quote:
Originally Posted by millipede
Keighley has many lovely features. I had a night out there only last week.Quote:
Originally Posted by Graham Breeze
I'm not convinced by "many" but, to be even handed, the ASDA pharmacy readily provided my flu jab which was more than my Ilkley Health Centre could.:(Quote:
Originally Posted by millipede
Cliffe Castle Parkrun for me this morning. P*ssing down, and that hill does not get any easier. My son is a Firefighter in Keighley and see all life.Quote:
Originally Posted by millipede
Thank you Graham. I can lift my head a little higher knowing that even you have got your N and S mixed up. :cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Graham Breeze
I would always carry a compass with me in big cities, especially abroard. Being a simple country boy I find cities hard work and scary, being lost is terrifying. Marrakech for example was a nightmare, but with my trusty compass I always felt secure that I could simply head east till I came out. Beats walking round in circles for hours.
I always carry a compass when abroad (preferably with a map) and I attribute the air bubbles they all eventually develop to the flights.Quote:
Originally Posted by molehill
I never had any problem with finding my way around unfamiliar cities . . . until I went to Singapore. I never did manage to work out the geography of Toa Payoh (the suburb where my wife's brother lives); it's just a collection of identical-looking high-rise blocks, placed randomly with respect to the roads.Quote:
Originally Posted by molehill
Happy birthday Swoop.
Seen that advert for birificio Angelo Poretti? The one that's classically Italian, steeped in heritage and culture, drunken by the Mafia themselves? Brewed by carlsberg in the Midlands!!!
As if coping with nettles and brambles isn't bad enough as I run or walk around the Charnwood hills, now I could get stung and eaten by a 500-million-year-old jellyfish: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-62291954 :p
Talking about brambles, due to the ridiculous weather that we have been having, there are already enough blackberries to make it worth harvesting them.
Yeah, they're really early this year!
Blackberries not ready yet here, but looking like a massive crop everywhere; the wild raaspberries are good already and the bilberries are still going strong and the best for years - no more room in the freezer unfortunately.
Yes, I was practically in fist-fights with my local blackbirds trying to get my fair share of MY garden's gooseberries the other week, and yet they've not touched the wild rasps lining the lanes around here!:confused:Quote:
Originally Posted by molehill
Blackbirds are the garden fruit robbers, have you noticed the call or noise they make whilst stuffing themselves with your fruit? It's a kind of self satisfied "I've nicked your fruit and there's sod all you can do about it, belch".
I once read a line in a poem that read "as polite as a blackbird". I can't remember the poem's name, but it struck a cord with me, as usually I see them on my lawn, hopping around in their smart shiny black 'suits', 'arms' tucked behind their backs, kind of looking polite. But yes! When it comes to fruit-nicking they're as rough as a badgers arse! I still like blackbirds though. Their singing is enchanting (when they're not belching!).Quote:
Originally Posted by molehill
Interesting. In the pre-cambrian there was virtually no oxygen in the air or in the sea, and the seas were very hot due to the amount of volcanic activity. I'm surprised it actually managed to survive, it must have derived energy mainly through some early form of photosynthesis because there won't have been a lot for it to eat.Quote:
Originally Posted by anthonykay
Surely the thread with the most posts needs a trot around the yard before being led into the charnel house?
It has been increasingly quiet around here....unlike other Fora I frequent which bumble along just fine. But one may question the strategy of burying the link to the forum within a submenu of a submenu of the FRA homepage.. .