Sue and Martin in Mallorca 2019

Sue and Martin in Mallorca 2019
On the Archduke's Path in Mallorca

Thursday 30 September 2010

Peebles to Moffat – it’s all over now, and Good News on the Hand front

The view from my tent around sunset on Day 2, near the Megget Stone
Alan’s hand will be OK.  See here for news from Peewiglet (Shirley) on that front.  You’ll need to click on the individual headings.

There’s little to add to my own entries, except that most people did about 56km (35 miles) and 2200 metres of ascent over the course of the two and a half day trip.

To view my postings click here and scroll to the bottom of the postings to start at the earliest entries….but first:

Some code names have been used that may puzzle those unfamiliar with W E Bowman’s account of ‘The Ascent of Rum Doodle’ – a fictional account of the ascent of a mountain higher than Everest.

‘Binder’ – already used by Alan Sloman over on his blog, is the leader (a figure of fun)
’Jungle’ – Peewiglet already has this nickname – is the route finder (who is always lost)
’Prone’ is the doctor (who is always ill)
’Burley’ is the crack mountaineer and strong man (who always suffers from Lassitude)
’Medical Supplies’ = champagne

A slide show of my pictures and a few of JJ’s is here.  There are none of the gory hand as photography wasn’t appropriate at the time of the accident – Shirley’s blog contains a gruesome image taken later.

Mike’s blog, Northern Pies, has a report in his usual entertaining style:
Day 0  Day 1  Day 2  Day 3

Tony’s blog, Pennine Ranger, also has an excellent report here.

I think that’s all, for now.  I’m off to replenish my first aid kit, which was totally inadequate for Alan’s injury.  Luckily, others were better equipped.

Tuesday 28 September 2010

Peebles to Moffat - Disaster Strikes

We made it to Moffat.

But not without a serious mishap.

Binder, aka Alan Sloman, unfortunately slit his hand on a handrail below Greygill Head, about 200 metres from an easy track to Moffat.

A team effort got him down as quickly as possible, and as I write (quite late) he is hopefully being attended to by experts in Carlisle.

Meanwhile, the remnants of the Pie Man's ever diminishing team enjoyed some nourishment at the Black Bull together with a Proud Scotsman. But sadly it was not the 'minor celebration' we had hoped for.

Our thoughts were with Alan, who seems to have a rather nasty injury. We hope he makes a speedy recovery.

With all except our leader, the Pope, and myself having decided against returning by foot to Peebles over the next three days, and with 'Heavy Rain' forecast for much of that time, a decision to postpone the return leg, possibly until April 2011, has been made.

The picture shows JJ and the Pie Man luxuriating in the sunshine after emerging from the cloud before the fateful descent of Greygill Head.

Our thoughts are with you, Alan.

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Monday 27 September 2010


Today was spent mostly above 600 metres and as already intimated was described by our esteemed leader as 'handrailing'.

"It's an easy way of navigating, you just have to follow the wall or fence marked on the 1:25,000 map", he remarked, "the worst that can happen is that you could get impaled on the handrail."

Here, Binder is shown to be dangerously close to the handrail in a view that is typical of today's scenery.

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Hart Fell

Asthma antidotes (Jungle needs Prone), and other incentives were required.

But we made it up here soon after 2pm.

Summit Lassitude has been overcome by the desire to reach Border Control at Moffat.

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Tea Party at Rotten Bottom

No, we are not at Alan's rear end, although that is suffering from Plumber's Lassitude.

Mr Grumpy has kindly turned up with tea and Medical Provisions.

What a star!

Tormentil, scabious, bell heather, wire fences and stone walls (known to our leader as 'handrails'), luscious bogs, peat hags and occasional rocky outcrops. But only within a 50 metre circumference of our jolly band of wayfarers. That's a summary of today's view.

And doing this isn't very easy in the moist conditions. Next report will be later. Perhaps much later.

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Summit Lassitude

Firthhope Rig. We made it!

Now heading south towards Border Control.

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Megget Lassitude

Burley (aka JJ Mk2) is to blame. And HMP3. Burley claimed a sleepless night due to much cheese and McEwans Export.

Binder and Jungle were also to blame and are suffering from Piglet Lassitude. The Pie Man is suffering from cheese induced Kylie Lassitude.

Others have their own problems.

The cloud base is 600 metres.

We've now made it that far....

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Peebles to Moffat - Megget Stone reveals Hidden Medical Supplies

Today we tramped around 22 km (a bit more for some) in lovely late September weather, with around 900 metres of ascent, over various summits, most notably Broad Law, a Corbett (on which some junior members of the party, confused as to the direction in which we should be heading, are pictured above), to reach a cache of 'Medical Supplies', kindly provided by our inspirational leader, who goes by the name of 'Pie Man', but would more appropriately be named 'Binder-Jungle-Pong, however we already have characters with those names, and also one called 'The Pope', who admitted that his most recent backpacking trip had been in 1972.

The morning was spent on tussocks. Excepting the periods spent in bogs and the short diversion to Dun Rig taken by Jungle and Phreerunner. Our leader insisted that the way ahead would soon be paved with short grass. It wasn't. Lunch was taken in the sun. Four trail bikers briefly relieved the tension of resting in the sunshine pondering why anyone should be wishing it to rain on us. Here, JJ Mk2 was unable to contain his joy at finding a path. He set off purposefully down it, towards Tibbie Shiels Inn, in search of 'Medical Supplies'. He has a 'Bad Knee' (yes, another one).

After 9.5 hours of marching under a hot sun, including a surprisingly grassy if disconcertingly undulating afternoon, we found ourselves at NT 147 200, a less lumpy oasis well endowed with sheep s**t near the Megget Stone, which nobody visited, as fresh Medical Supplies were close at hand.

Those supplies, and hors d'oevres provided by HMP3 and Jungle were soon applied to ease the aches and pains of the day. JJ Mk2 had reappeared at said map reference and greedily tucked into the fresh supplies and a pan of 'Beef Smash'.

Then everyone had a Love In and went to sleep.

Telegram to Martin Wry reads:
"Please send fresh Medical Supplies."

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Sunday 26 September 2010

Peebles to Moffat - Lunch in the Sun

Some will be pleased to hear that it's a lovely day here in Sunny Scotland.

We've had a Wry Smile about that!

Thanks for your comments....

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Peebles to Moffat - Setting Off

We arrived shortly before 6pm, here at NT 247 318, a small grassy oasis at 520 metres surrounded by heathery lumps. A burbling stream breaks the silence, at least when the faint sound of chatter and the breaking of wind from nearby tents subsides.

We had assembled in Moffat, and again at the Bridge Inn in Peebles. Some had arrived nearly a day early! Others were late.

Baguette heaven offered sustenance for two, before our 2pm departure.

HMP3, veteran of nine TGO Challenges, was there to wave us off, before having to return to edit his love child, Big Jugs Weekly.

A vicar turned up to bless the congregation and pour consoles over various ailing knees. This fine fellow even joined us for an hour before hugging everyone and skipping off like Eric Morecambe.

That left nine heavily laden backpackers trudging up Glensax on a sunny Saturday afternoon:

The Pie Man of Crook Town
JJ Mk2
Binder (aka Alan S) and Jungle
Piglet (Jungle's pooch)
Tony (Pennine Ranger) and Christine
The Pope (aka Another Mike)
And myself (Phreerunner)

We covered around 11km in 4 hours and rose a good 450 metres before reaching this spot, where our seven tents seem to fit quite cosily on the slope. There were a few minor obstacles en route, namely the repeated crossing of the same stream. Jungle and Piglet eventually got the hang of it!

My wild camping is usually solo or with Sue, so it was strange to be in such a big group.

We all enjoyed large meals of dried provisions and medicine. Then it went dark so we settled down for a long night on the heathery lumps of Glensax.

Ho ho. What fun! There are five UK outdoors blogger amongst us - I wonder what the others are saying...

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