Leg 5
It had been very hot on leg 4 and
although Brian had stashed 5 bottles of water for us to pick up en route, the
team (except me as I’d been well looked after) were thirsty on arrival at
Honister. I’d provided a 2 litre bottle
of water for Martyn to use to fill up his camelback; I heard later he picked it
up and drank it! Following another
lovely face and neck wash from Livi, a pot of rice pudding and mug of tea I was
ready to set off again.
As Martyn and Ian led us out of
the Honister Slate Mine car park, Andrew took my hand; and they say romance is
dead!
The climb up Dale Head was much
more comfortable than the descent from Grey Knotts had been. There was a chap who’d set up camp near the summit
of Dale Head; it would have been a glorious night for him in a fabulous
spot. The views were packed with Lakeland peaks and it was
still hot. My long sleeved top didn’t
stay on for long! My team were all
commenting on the breathtaking views; none of them had seen leg five in such
perfect conditions.
It wasn’t long before I’d climbed
and descended Hindscarth and reached Robinson, my 42nd and final
peak. By this time I was really
uncomfortable and refusing most offers of food and some of water. However, I kept on and was completely focused
on staying upright and moving.
As I reached the bottom of
Robinson I saw a really peculiar sight; it appeared to be a white double decker
bus. It created some amusement amongst
my friends when I asked what it was! It turned
out to be a trio of sheep innocently making their way up the valley!
I was too stiff and achy to
tolerate carrying a head torch so I ran the whole of the road section by
following Andrew and Ian, with Martyn at my side. I couldn’t see the road surface but I didn’t
really need to. It felt like it went on
forever and was far more hilly than I remembered! I had to take a momentary pause when the
blister on my left little toe expanded and ripped the nail out at the bed. Just for a second I thought I couldn’t carry
on, but I pulled myself together, put the pain away and carried on.
The final run through the streets
of Keswick was magical. It was dark but
warm and there was a party atmosphere in the town. I ran up through the market place to cheers
and clapping; a welcome fit for a celebrity.
The final sprint
Phew…there at last and I’m still
smiling!
Triumphant on the Moot Hall steps
Honister Pass 20:29
Dalehead 21:07
Hindscarth 21:27
Robinson 21:54
Keswick Moot Hall 23:35
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