27th September - to coincide with the 3 peaks cyclocross race and provide (piss poor as it happens) support for Hanneke while she rode, pushed, carried and dragged her bike round, I decided to run up Ingleborough from Horton, catch the race as it bundled past there, then run over Park Fell down onto the road just before Ribblehead and then run a reverse route of the 3 peaks fell race back over the moors and bogs to Pen y Ghent. Ingleborough to Pen y Ghent this way takes me the best part of 2 hours so my expert planning would thereby plant me squarely on the PyG trig just in time to meet the cyclocrossers for a second time.

Everything went to plan too except that I set off from Horton too soon and arrived at the Ingleborough trig maybe 20 minutes before the bikers started appearing. I was expecting the sun to break through the clouds and turn into another glorious day, as it had been on Saturday, so I didn't bother carrying any extra layers. Needless to say I froze my nuts off on Ingleborough firstly in the wait and then for the half an hour that it took all the bikers to troop by. I did however manage to give Ady a mars bars, Merry a quick drink and Hanneke a drink too. I could then thankfully kick start my goosebump covered spindly legs and get running again.

It was perfect timing as it turned out too with the front of the field in the throws of going up and down the final climb on Pen y Ghent just as I puffed into view. I bumped into Tea & Cake with her dog at this point who reckoned the top 50 riders or thereabouts were on or just off the hill. I swiftly said tata to T&C and headed for the trig, had a quick rest and then realised the one key fault with my promise to provide Hanneke with a drink and a snack at the Pen y Ghent trig - I'd have to hang about for probably a frigging long time. I gave this problem oooh 20 seconds of deep thought and decided to 'unsupport' Han instead and just trot down to Horton between all the riders coming up and down. (I'd probably bump into Hanneke anyway anyway I reasoned with myself).

By the way running down that track with one set of riders man-handling their bikes up, loads of spectators and walkers and their dogs milling about, and another set of riders screaming down behind me coming off the hill must be one of the most hazardous and stupid things I've ever done. No crashes caused though but I did have three of four extremely close shaves. About 18 miles and a great run as usual. And I didn't bump into Hanneke (but she did finish so nothing to worry about).

Simon Fell on the horizon on the way up Ingleborough:



The colourful bog (of doom) just before the trig on Park Fell. Getting up close it looks like you could lose a double decker bus in it!



Pen y Ghent viewed from the top of the precipitous descent off of Park Fell:



Simon Fell from the Pen y Ghent side of Ribblesdale: