Friday, April 03, 2009
The journey over to Northern Ireland was uneventful. Everything ran to time but by the time we reached the youth hostel in Newcastle it was time for bed.
After a short lie-in this morning we started the day with bacon, sausage, egg, tomato, hash browns - well I did, H was more professional. Then it was over to the Mourne Mountains to recce tomorrows race.
At 4 miles it's the first of the two short British fell championship races - but bugger me it's up and down - there was less climb when I climbed the north face of the Eiger in the Eiger Sanction - no hang on, that was Clint Eastwood. I have a suspicion I might struggle.