Quite a grand title but this is officially a mountain. I don’t think the organisers fancied the prospect of 125 wayward runners dicking around in the fog, so the CP at the top was moved from its normal location in the middle of the plateau to just over the lip of the summit.
Conditions were extremely humid – my mate and I finished the
race drenched with sweat/rain but were able to sit around having our tea and
cake in our vests without being cold at all.
A nice little event for £4 and my best ever position/grading
in a fell race – 44 / 125 so just outside the top 1/3.
