Lake District?

More like the bloody Midge District - I've been eaten alive!

Conditions for the Wasdale fell race (first of the English Fell Championship Long) could not have been hotter. The runners were dropping like flies. Helen came fourth after suffering nausea from just after halfway with Great Gable and Scafell Pike still to climb. She finished where a lot didn't and got some good championship points.

I, sensibly, didn't even enter on account of having no where near the fitness to run such a stupid race. 21 miles with 9,000 feet of ascent? - bloody mad these yer fell runners. I did, however, cover about 14 miles and 3,000 feet of ascent in support. Providing water to Helen and a few of the Calder Valley team mates - and also any of the other lucky fell runners whom I passed water for - that didn't come out quite right. In fact, I passed so much water I didn't have any left for my descent from Black Sail Pass back to the campsite - doh.

I'm glad to be home now. It's been a tiring weekend. The drive up on Friday was horrendous. I don't even want to think about it, much less write about it. Then once there it was a radio dead zone so there was no communicating to the outside world. They only got electric up in those parts a few years back so we can't really expect them to have mobile signal just yet. Maybe by 2020...