The Fred Whitton Challenge 2008 – Faking It

The Fred Whitton Challenge is billed as a 112 mile sportive ride for charity around the English Lake District, taking in six of the major passes en route… starts and finishes at Coniston, and includes the climbs of Kirkstone Pass, Honister Pass, Newlands Pass, Whinlatter Pass, Cold Fell, Irton Pike, and finishes with the brutal Hardknott and Wrynose Passes.

Fred Whitton Challenge - ProfileI’ve ridden the Fred Whitton Challenge in the Lake District for the last three years now, and seem to have got by on not much specialist training, but today’s event was the closest I came to coming unstuck! Although I’m not too gifted as a climber and don’t immerse myself in the world of long training rides, I’ve managed to get by on some type of fitness or other in the past. This year’s preparation was taking it to extremes, with my longest ride this calendar year being 2 hrs 15 minutes (the ride is generally over 6 hours). I also had a three week chest infection which culminated in a course of Penicillin starting on Wednesday. We’re not talking ‘training camps’ here.

But cometh the hour, cometh the Loafer, and I managed to somehow avoid death on the hottest extended bike ride I’ve ever done.

Avid readers will remember that I cleverly decided to ride as a domestique last year (a team helper), hammering the pace hard for the first 50 miles, and cunningly giving myself an excuse to do the rest of the ride at a relative trundle. Well this year I had a helper – a super-domestique in the shape of last year’s record breaking rider Lewis Craven, who’d been equally slovenly in his training in recent months, and was quite happy to work like a horse with me on the front of the 50 strong group until the first ‘killer’ climb at 45 miles; Honister Pass.

Whether the pace or the lack of training was the undoing of Lewis and I is up for debate, but come undone we did, big time, later on.

On the descent of Newlands Pass, Lewis punctured, and we agreed that I should push on at a leisurely pace to the top of Whinlatter Pass, where I’d wait for him if he hadn’t caught me. And wait I did, for ten minutes, until one very dead looking record-holder emerged up the climb. Lewis had blown and we were half way round. Bugger.

We took things really easy along the western side of the course, and decided at the second and final food stop (Gosforth) that it was time for a good rest and a gossip, so we ate and chatted to a few helpers and set off back ten minutes later.

The approach to Hard Knott pass, easily the hardest part of the route, is purgatory. Especially when you haven’t done the training. But up we rode, where most decided to walk in the heat, and were starting to approach home and dry. It was 28°. The heat was a contributing factor in Lewis’s second puncture on the hairy descent of Hard Knott pass (the hot rims from braking melted the rim tape and a spoke poked into the tube!). I mended it for him this time. He was in a worse state than me.

We pressed over the final climb of Wrynose pass and rolled home rather flaked out and a bit sunburnt in a pretty unremarkable time of over seven hours.

Oh well. We still winged it I think, considering the lack of training. And we were mini heroes in helping keep the pace so high early on that Wheelbase team mate Rob Jebb manage (along with national hill climb champion James Dobbin) to break Lewis and Stuart Reid’s record for the event. Bitter-sweet stuff for Lewis, but that’s cycling. He was modest and full of humility throughout though – a very respectable man!

Fred Whitton Challenge on Google EarthView the 2008 Fred Whitton in Google Earth

FULL CLICK HERE for full Fred Whitton Results 2008

Photos here (or slideshow if you’d prefer).

My Stats from the Garmin 305 (didn’t pause it at any time).

  • 109.4 miles
  • Max speed: 51.9mph
  • Total Calories: 9367
  • Avg Heart Rate: 151bpm
  • Max Heart Rate: 179bpm
  • Total ascent and descent: 14061 feet

A very English Bank Holiday

SouthportAlthough we had two lovely days of fine weather this long weekend, we chose the wet day to go to the seaside…

We did have a grand day out though – on the Lancashire coast – at Southport (along with its huge pier) and another quick trip to Crosby. Lily’s bike riding’s really coming along and she took full advantage of the soft sand to build her confidence in turning safely (well, relatively).

Katie managed to manoeuvre her large abdomen very well in the circumstances and enjoyed the fresh air and fun.
Photos here

The advantages of spectating

Rob Jebb on IngleboroughI had a cracking day out on Saturday with Elvis. Katie dropped us off at Ribblehead to watch the Three Peaks race which I wasn’t competing in again this year, and the build-up to the leaders of the 740 racers coming through led to an electric atmosphere. When the first few leaders had come through, we ran on to the Hill Inn, then followed the course up to the summit of Ingleborough (Google Earth track here).

My main reason for being there was to give moral and fuel support to Rob Jebb who cycles with me in Team Wheelbase. Rob had won the race for the last three years, but this year’s ‘international’ status of the race (the World Long Distance Mountain Running Challenge for 2008) meant a larger field, more prize money, and more nervy runners! In the end, after a super-fast start to the 24 mile race, Rob finished fourth.

When I helped him on Ingleborough, with a long descent to the finish, I offered him encouragement, knowing that on a long race like that, there was potential to close the time gap:

Dave: “Still lots of time to catch them yet Rob. How are you feeling?”
Rob: “Fucked.”

I ran down to Ingleton after that, dropping my camera twice on the way, but I somehow got away with it. Elvis didn’t like standing about watching runners much, although he did take the opportunity to beg sarnies from spectators whenever the chance arose.

Full results here: http://siera.sportident.co.uk/threepeaks/results.php?course=Long

Photos here

Family Video Archive… Annice – Voice of the Dales

In the mid 1980s, Yorkshire Television made a documentary about a lady called Annice Sidwells, a talented operatic singer with a beautiful and special contralto voice. Annice lived in Settle, North Yorkshire, but the documentary was based around the unlikely story of how a singer from a small-town amateur operatic society made it big in the early days of wireless radio, travelling down to London to perform live on national radio. The romantic angle was added to the story when her boyfriend of the time came to take her home, away from the smog, back to Settle, and marry her.

The man was Matt Haygarth, my grandfather, who died at the age of 50 and I never met. Annice, my grandmother was a wonderful and special lady with an unrivalled joy for life, and I feel very lucky to have this film about her life!

Annice – Voice of the Dales from Dave Haygarth on Vimeo.

As told to Sylvia, her daughter:

ANNICE SIDWELLS: (Haygarth, then Holmes)

Born Crossflatts, Bingley, Yorkshire, 20th March, 1902. Moved to Skipton, Bold Ventura Street, as a child, and then to Toil Bar, Settle, Yorkshire, at about 4 years of age. Lived there a few months until 4, West View, was finished being built in High Hill Grove, Settle, then moved there with the family. Attended Settle National School and in 1914 remembers 3 of the male teachers going to war, and the brass band playing as the local men marched to the railway station to Dein the services. Miss Lay000k, one of the teachers, was crying teaching the class. Mr. W. Yates, one of the teachers who went to join up, was cousin Betty’s father. Left school at 13 years of age to be a confectioner at Duxbury’s for 1/6d. per week – an apprenticeship. Her parents bought the business (Sidwells of Cheapside, Settle) with £50. down payment (left to the family from an aunt of Annice’s at Bolton-le-Sands) and Rosie came from Keighley confectioners where she had been working, and Nellie left High School, and all 3 worked in the business, and paid off for it over the years. Then the property came up for sale, and all three sisters paid £100. and parents gave £300. and got a mortgage for £1,000 (total £1,600 for perm property). Brother John Sidwells (Audrey’s father) oame home from war in India in 1919/20, and joined the business, as his previous job in Kelbrook was offered only part-time on his return, and Annice’s father asked the three sisters if John could join into the business. He joined, and was paid £2. per week, and girls paid £1. per week. Profits were shared each year end.

Annice and Rosie made crumpets and muffins in the “top bake-house” (now demolished and incorporated in large bakehouse behind Sidwells shop) They delivered every day to the Giggleswick Grammar School, and also baked for Sir Water Morrison who lived at Malham Tarn House.

Annice was sent to London at the age of about 23 to have her lovely contralto voice trained by Helen Hensohell, who lived in Gloucester Terrace, and this was arranged through Alban Claughton, who at that time lived in Settle. Previous to that, she had received voice training from Miss Benson, who lived in Settle. Annice stayed with a friend who was attending the Royal College of Art in London, Miss C.1404.11 Graham, at 61, Redcliffe Road, Kensington (Fulham?) and was there for about 3 months, going to Miss Hensoholl’s home three or four times a week for lessons. Her father. only allowed her to go to London if his sister, who was housekeeper to a wealthy London family, saw to it that Annice was alright each day – Annice had to get in touch with her Aunt Annie daily! After about three months in London, Matthew Thompson Haygarth, her boy friend in Settle, came to London, and Annico met him off the train, and they went to Bond Street and he bought her a diamond and sapphire engagement ring, which he put on her finger in Westminster Abbey in Poets’ Corner. Annice then returned home to Settle, and married Matthew in June, 1928, at Settle Parish Church. They lived at The Harbour for about 1 year – rented – and then bought a house newly built – “Ash Lea”, High Hill Grove St., Settle. After about 21 years they moved to “Highfield”, Settle. Matthew died in Nov. 1952. Some years after Matthew’s death, Annice moved to “Lindeth Lea”, Silverdale, and later to “Mountain View”, Silverdale, wheh she married Fred Holmes.

Annice’s parents were Ellen Turner from Eldroth, and Williams Sidwells, who originally from Tamworth, Staffs, but came North to work in the signal on the railway. Worked in the box at the junction at Settle. His ancestors came from around Tamworth, and there are lots of Sidwells in the churchyard re – his predecessors.

Who do you think you are kidding, Mrs Haygarth?

Dad’s ArmyWent to watch mum in a play of Dad’s Army last night at the Grand Theatre in Lancaster. With a familiarity of Dad’s Army on TV, I’m not sure what I was expecting. I certainly wasn’t expecting it to be such a faithful copy of the original.

The play itself was essentially three episodes of the TV series. With Dad’s Army being a studio set series, it translated to the stage fantastically well. Excellent casting and make up made it eerily like the TV show, and disbelief was fully suspended for the evening. The TV show’s canned laughter was replaced by genuine laughter and it made a great play. Mum’s performance as Mrs Fox – Lance-Corporal Jones’ unofficial other half (originally played by Mollie Sugden on the radio series) was refreshing and, like the rest of the cast, convincing. I was very proud and shared her pride in a great performance.

One of those classic moments relived last night:

Mainwaring: You can write what you like. You’re not going to win this war.
U. Boat Captain: Yes we are.
Mainwaring: Oh no you’re not.
U. Boat Captain: Oh yes we are.
Pike: [sings] Whistle while you work. Hitler is a twerp. He’s half barmy, so’s his army. Whistle while you work.
U. Boat Captain: Your name will also go on zee list. What is it?
Mainwaring: Don’t tell him, Pike.

Fame on another planet… ACIDplanet

A few years ago when I produced music a bit more prolifically than my current one-track-every-18-months rate, I enjoyed a bit of a following on AcidPlanet – a showcase for people making music using Sony’d Acid software.

I just found out that one of my tracks, Scientific American, is part of one of their podcasts, which has had more than 8,000 downloads during the last couple of weeks. I’ve installed security guards at the door just in case everything takes off in the rock world now. So long suckers.

More here: ACIDplanet Waveform No. 35, created by ACIDplanet.com and presented through ACIDplanet.com

Kinder Downfall fell race 2008

My first fell race for ages today was a load of fun in many ways, but also a bit of a release. I haven’t had any competitive outings in any form for three months almost to the day, so whilst I had a lot of mind-rest, I also focused a bit more on today’s Kinder Downfall race a lot more than I’d have liked to. Call it being over competitive, but each time I went out running, I generally thought about being in good shape and giving myself the best shot at the race today.

In the end, it was more a case of ‘business as usual’, with a respectable finish and a slight improvement on my time of last year. In many ways, I just feel relieved that I didn’t let myself down in any way. With a sleet-and-snow induced reduction in the number of starters, my top ten result was nothing to get really excited about, although I’ll openly say I felt great and ran a pretty intelligent pace. Unlike in
last year’s race, whew I ran out of steam (big time) in the last mile or so on the flat, I actually made inroads on the run-in this year, dropping a competitor and making big gains on the one in front. However, after all was done, I just finished in a respectable 12th position and unharmed. If I’ve reached my running peak at 38, I’ll be happy with my lot, to be honest.

Hat’s off to friend Steve Riley on his first fell race of manly distance – his fitness proved a great foundation for a remarkably good first outing and we’ll be seeing more of him in the good end of the results I reckon.

KinderGoogle Earth track of the course in stunning detail here.

Headline results here

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Camping trip with Lily to Malham

Malham TarnThe school holidays are a bit to cock this year, meaning that Katie’s and Lily’s Easter holidays don’t match up. It’s led to some creative childcare activity this holiday for Lily which in many ways will be much more fun for her than the prospect of getting on her mum’s heavily pregnant nerves.

Lily and I took advantage of the situation by going camping for a night in Malham. Aside from the predictably good bonding opportunity it afforded, it was actually a really good laugh, start to finish. We had a great bike ride with the trailer bike [View in Google Earth] taking in some bleak but very ridable bridleways and byways, and had a couple of really ace short walks.

We capped off by a quick visit to Settle to see Lily’s great grandparents’ grave on Friday as the weather curtailed the walking, which was also worthwhile and led to lots of good chances to chat about relatives, mortality and all that!

Some fine photos here.

Eleven years on…

Katie and Dave 5th April 2008Katie and I celebrated out eleventh wedding anniversary today. The weather is prettty much identical; unseasonally chilly and snow flurries, and it’s Grand National day again (the race was famously cancelled because of an IRA bomb scare in 1997). It’s a period of intense of family happiness for us (we’re only two months from our next baby’s due date), and we had such a great walk – and a very long hour or so walking for my blossoming wife – round Entwhistle Resevoir. The good times continue to roll.

World Track Cycling Championships 2008 – a Wheelbase night out

World Track Cycling ChampionshipsThe good people at Wheelbase treated all the staff and team to an evening at Manchester Velodrome to watch a session of the World Track Cycling Championships on Friday. In itself, it would have been a great night out and something different to do. As it happened though, the Great Britain team were in the middle of a gold rush and took two further gold medals on the night.

There was something very familiar, having watched countless medal ceremonies before – at events and on TV, but I suddenly realised on the way home that hearing the national anthem play during the evening, this was the first time I’d ‘been there’ to see someone win a championship – in any sport – for this country.

Five piccies here.

Read more…
Beijing too soon for Aussies as Brits set the cycling bar AFP
Pendleton finds a silver lining as Crampton emerges as cream of new crop with Olympics in their sights (Guardian)

On The Nikon D200

Phil's GibsonStaying at Phil’s house for a few days over the weekend gave me an opportunity to play with his ‘work’ camera’, the Nikon D200. It was a stunning experience. The inordinately heavy body gave the camera an unrivalled steadiness, meaning that short at low shutter speeds were more likely to come out without camera-wobble. The Tamron lens was reliable and very happy with fast autofocus, even when firing off repeated shots.

Here are a few of my favourite shots from the camera over the weekend.

The last weekend in South Zeal

Phil and DaveAs my brother and his family prepare to move up north, it was with mixed emotions that we spent our last stay there over at their house in South Zeal. Mixed, because we’ve had some great times there, as this one was, and we’ll miss it on that score, but the journey back was a killer (getting on for six hours) and the weather wasn’t its usual vintage. Probably not a bad thing – would have been harder to say goodbye to the place in gorgeous spring weather (though I’d love to have given it a try!)

Extended FamilyA lovely bonus was a few hours drop-in visit from cousin Adrian with Dee and Isabel – had a great manic meal with plenty of good banter and it was really nice to see Adrian away from the mountains for a change.

We made the most of the freezing northerlies to get to an indoor play area on Saturday, which was obviously great fun for the children and one grown-up in particular who loves these places. Katie took plenty of opportunities for some good rest, and Phil and I managed to get out on the moor a couple of times for short runs, including a straight-up-and-down-Cawsand run which was very rewarding (see here in Google Earth).

89 photographs are here – a mixture of some from my camera and some taken with Phil’s utterly stunning Nikon D200.

Katie and Helen catching up