Scafell Base Camp Expedition

My friend Andy and myself have, for about fifteen years, had an annual camping trip to somewhere wild and beautiful in the UK. The mission criteria:

  • Tackle at least one serious mountain (by UK standards)
  • Wild camp, off the beaten track and up high, if possible
  • Get out and back in a weekend.

This spring we hoped to accomplish this with a brief expedition to the Lake District and a visit to a ‘secret’ valley.

Up with the larks and over the pass
Living in London any decent bit of mountain in the UK is going to be a very long way away so we made a very early start and we were on the road by 6am and in the Lake District by lunchtime. After a quick lunch in Ambleside we made our way to the start point the other side of Hardknott Pass.

If you have not been over this famous road it is worth doing at least once although it is not for the nervous or feint of heart and definitely not if you have Acrophobia (and not Vertigo as a fear of heights is often called). I have to ‘fess up here and say that I wasn’t driving and it scared the crap out of me. Almost unbelievably those crazy Romans decided to build and man a fort at the top of the pass. This must have been a pretty tough posting!

Scafell Base Camp Expedition

Making Camp
It was well into the afternoon by the time we got walking but, as ever, it is fabulous to be surrounded by such lovely countryside even, as it was now, in the rain. We headed up the Esk valley never straying too far from the River and lovely waterfalls until we got to the ‘secret’ valley (Great Moss) at the base of Scafell Pike.

Scafell Base Camp Expedition

Obviously there is no such thing as secret in such a walked area as the Lake District but this is the less used route to the tallest mountain in England and I was hoping that we would be the only campers. Our timing was unintentionally perfect as we just got the tent up amongst ‘Sampson’s Stones’ just as freezing sleet started to lash down and drive us into shelter.

As ever when wild camping it never seems to odd to just get in the sleeping bag and go to bed once the sun has gone down, in this case about 8pm. The beauty of no TV!

Snow
It was a cold night but worth it to wake up to snow (or frost) capped hills all around us and it felt like a magic spell had been cast. The original plan had been to leave the heavy packs at the campsite and do a quick sprint up to the summit of Scafell Pike and back. The snow capped hills, however, looked a bit menacing and i’m sorry to confess that we wimped out on the final assault.

Scafell Base Camp Expedition

Instead we took a leisurely walk back down the way we came before taking a little pleasure drive around the the district. It would have been great to have had another day or two up here but our family commitments can be tough at times.

Scafell Base Camp Expedition

Re-fueled
I love beautiful landscapes and in particular mountains and other rugged areas so although this was a very brief trip it has re-fueled my spirit for a bit.

A great trip and a bit of the lakes i’d be happy to go back to, particularly as i’ve not actually climbed Scafell Pike itself but feel that I should.

See all the photos from the trip on Flickr.

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Fitness Update 2013 – BMF

I realise that I’ve not updated my fitness progress on this blog for some time and it is in need of an update. Part of this is because I’ve been writing a separate daily blog and partly because for most of 2012 I had nothing to update.

Where has my Mojo gone?
After the birth of my first childĀ I managed to complete many 10k races, a marathon and, after one notable DNF, a (sprint distance) triathlon. Things were a lot harder after my second child came along and I tried to get by with some cycling and/or the odd run. By the middle of 2012 my mojo had almost completely gone and I was despairing of ever enjoying exercise again. I needed a boost, maybe even a shock to get me back into things and finally I found it – British Military Fitness (BMF).

My brother-in-law has been going for years and sang its praises and is in pretty good shape. The signs looked good and so in November 2012 I bit the bullet and signed up for a tester session.

Shock and Awe
BMF run sessions from public parks all over London (and the rest of the UK) but the nearest to my work for me is Hyde Park. It was a dark and chilly November evening and the rendezvous point was in a dark, poorly lit car park. After a quick chat with one of the instructors I found myself pulling on a blue (novice) bib and lining up with the others.

We were led off and proceeded to do various exercises round a pitch black park. Lots of sprinting, press-ups sit ups, planks and lots of fun games. You are constantly partnering up with one or more people (where you gasp your names at each other). After an hour of this it was over. I was a broken man, almost dizzy with exhaustion, legs like jelly, lungs burning, just broken. I absolutely loved it, this was just what I was looking for. In the days that followed I could barely walk I was so stiff but all the time I couldn’t wait for the next session.

Progress
I started out a lowly blue bib, going just once a week but in February I made the jump to red bib and in April the even bigger jump of going twice a week. I have been supplementing these session with a bit of jogging so that I get at least two bouts of fitness training a week.

The single best thing about BMF though, and possibly the genius of it, is that you cannot rest on your laurels and are always asked for maximum effort. This means that every session is hard but you see steady progress. It never gets easier, you just get fitter. I like that line.