That was that then. Hard and stony are the words that spring to mind for the section either side of the summits that I couldn't work out, the rest was ok.

I like yha races because you get to see the inside of a hostel without the inconvenience of waiting two years on a list of names. This one was a Victorian pile which burnt down and was not so lavishly or tastefully rebuilt in concrete, apparently to stop it getting gutted by fire again...The insides are always different too, apart from the characters floating about the gaff. Everybody at a hostel looks like a foreign exchange student and sits about in flip flops reading fiction novels.

The race begins with a 1 mile run along a winding road followed by a stiff climb up some track called nanny lane. Travs this race might suit you quite well. There's a bit of a yomp between the summits then it's back to the familiar washed out rock and gravel footpath descent, the worst sort and so easy to trip. I took one of the numerous grass trods off to the side and got an overtake in, but all too soon I was backing off for jagged rocks. The descent mainly consists of a hard stony track described by tindersticks as 'a bit naughty', it seemed to drag on forever and i gave up trying to catch Darren, who was running well after running a leg of the bgr the previous day with 7500' in it. Hard underfoot this one, a bit like Ingleborough. Thanks to the RO for the awesome cakes afterwards.