Sailing the South Coast

So, having failed to get the Baltic this year, we instead took Puffin out on the South Coast for a few days. This was the first time Jo and I had a boat as skipper and first mate with no-one else experienced on board. We didn’t lose anyone, so it must have been fine.

Wind was patchy, so we didn’t get as far as Lulworth Cove as planned, but instead stopped at Studland Bay. The next day we spent moseying around Studland and Poole Harbour. We may have found the bottom on the way into Brownsea Island. On the way out, a communication error lead to slightly too much sail being hoisted. Chaos ensued as we avoided buoys and dinghies sped around us until we found a spot to reduce the sails again.

We were enjoying listening to the tireless efforts of the coastguard, so it came as some embarrassment when we came close to calling them out ourselves. I’d been getting a bit close to the land a few times (according to my crew – the chart and the depth were fine). Once, after turning away from the shore, the tiller came off in our hands.

After some messing around we eventually managed to manoeuvre the boat to point into the wind, where we had a race to reattach the tiller before being blown onto the shore. We managed a bodge and got the sails down, and motored round the corner to fix it properly.

My proudest moment of skippering was anchoring for lunch just in time to miss a rainstorm. We never had to put waterproofs on all weekend.

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Saas Alpine Adventure

Been quite busy moving house and starting to finish a degree, but we did go to the Alps around a month and a half ago.

Our aims for the couple of weeks were to play around with some multi day routes, traverses, bivvies – basically enjoy the relative security and safety of the Alps compared with more remote places.

Our aims dropped slowly through the week, passing ‘a couple more one day routes’, ‘some valley climbing’, to end up with us appreciating the couple of hours of sun we eventually found on the way home.

After a brief warm up we headed up the Alphubel. Followed the guides’ recommendations and did it in a day from the lift station. Excellent little ridge over the Feechopf to start the mountain proper. Given the large amount of snow, the rest  was just a slog. A lack of acclimatisation and heat of the day made it a struggle, one that was only just made worth it with the cloudy views from the top.

After consigning the next day as a rest, we headed up in the afternoon rain to the Mischabel hut. A good hour’s walk up relentless zig-zags, followed by 2 hours of ladders, chains and staples. Eventually the hut appeared out the mist and we dried off in the fantastic hut.

The next day was clear, so we set off (with everyone else) up the hill. We soon found ourselves towards the front of the groups. Jo then led a storming pace up the ridge (following a very speedy UK guide). We didn’t realise we were leaving everyone behind for a while, but it was fun chasing the guide. Also meant that we had the top to ourselves, before the 8 groups behind us converged on the tiny summit of the Nadelhorn.

We found the guides very helpful, and it was fun to be on the mountain with other people after a few years of remote mountaineering.

After zooming down the ridge (Jo in front again), we took in the Ulrichshorn and headed down into the cloud and the 2 hour descent past the staples and chains.

The next few days were spent at lower level. We spent Saturday night in a hut – great fun over dinner, but a bit busy for sleeping. Unfortunately the next day was raining despite everyone’s predictions. We spent a day on a blumenweg learning alpine flowers instead. Over the next couple of days we managed the Joderhorn and the Mittaghorn in the cloud and snow.

Having effectively given up on mountaineering for the trip, we then found an SAC guidebook with the Stellihorn, and thought we might be able to squeeze this under-appreciated peak in on the last day. This started by alarming everyone at 3am by revving the van out of the ruts it had established over 2 weeks and driving to Mattmark. While walking up past what would be an incredible bivvy site, we got very confused by silent flashes illuminating the night sky. Eventually as daylight broke we saw the most enormous thunderstorm heading our way from the Italian border. We decided to turn back if it started raining. We took a wrong turn and ended up in a large boulder field, at which point it started raining. We decided to keep going. Eventually we found the remains of the glacier, and (as usual) the top was still an hour away, despite looking so close. The summit pitch even provided some icy fun and our decisions paid off – we just managed to get a view from the top.

Writing our names in the summit book, it seemed that the mountain was only summitted once every 10 days or so. On the way back down, we found a party of three following us up.

It was good to be out in the Alps again, but the weather was disappointing – I think everyone found that this year. Maybe next year we’ll get the chance to do something more interesting without having to guess the weather every few minutes.

I almost forgot to write about the van – because it worked so well that it felt like our home from home. It was a really good thing to have with the weather this year, and our friends with small tents appreciated the tarp and outside chairs. The best thing was we didn’t come back with too many alterations, additions or repairs to implement in the near future.

Links to photos – Dave’s and Jo’s

Van updates

So we’ve been working quietly away at the van making updates and new features, and fixing old ones.

Included in the pictures is the new wine rack, a new shelf in the front for the passengers (made from perspex), new storage pockets, various storage attachments and some other things.

We’re almost ready for the Alps – just a few more things that could be done, but they may wait until afterwards.

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Ogwen Weekend

A couple of weekends ago, a group of old friends came together from London and Cambridge and ended up in Snowdonia, camped below Tryfan. A misty murky morning on Saturday meant a slow start. We opted for some scrambling, doing a route on the East face of Tryfan. We actually started up the face one gully too early, so ended up on a different, but no less good route. Good to get one of the route-finding failures out the way early in the season.

Ending up on the north ridge a bit early, we zoomed up the easier rock, until finding more interesting challenges. We continued straight over the top to avoid crowds and headed on to the north face of Glyder Fach. Despite the mist, the rock was in good condition, so up another scramble, then down to the campsite.

As we’re rarely in Snowdonia in summer, we made the most of the daylight with a quick route on Tryfan Bach before a late dinner. We then managed to get everyone hiding from the midges inside the van quite comfortably.

Sunday dawned with slightly better weather, so we headed for Idwal for easy approach and exit when the weather inevitably turned.

Once at the bottom of the crag, the weather turned for the better, so after splitting up a bit, we made a mountain day of it. Jo went off to sketch, I moved together with Joe up an easy route on Idwal, scrambled out the top, and ended up on the great Central Arete. I wonder if I’ll ever pitch a route again, as it was so much less faff to move together.  We met up at the top and descended over Y Garn to an ice cream.

Northumberland cycling

Last weekend we went cycling in Northumberland with Dave’s parents. It was wonderful. Every time I reluctantly drag myself south after a weekend away I realise how much I’m inspired and energised by landscapes where you can see something other than sky above the houses from ground level; where fields give way – maybe not immediately, but eventually – to wild country; and where rocks don’t just exist in hidden-away quarries, but protrude through the pedosphere to form ground in their own right. On top of this, the seasonal decorations of blooming gorse and verdant bracken added to the sense of gulping in some much-needed fresh air.

We were based, with our two campervans, at Boe Rigg campsite and “coffee shed” near Bellingham, the self-proclaimed Capital of the North Tyne. Our first ride of about 50 miles headed east towards Rothbury, via a brief and amusing entanglement with the Virgin Money Cyclone Challenge as we passed through Elsdon. Our route later took us past the Simonside Hills, Codger Fort, through the middle of Green Rigg Wind Farm, and on a glorious descent from there to Redesmouth.

On Sunday we headed in the opposite direction, to Kielder Water. We took the Lakeside Path (not too rough on the bikes) as far as Leaplish, then zoomed back along the road to the dam before a pleasant return – except for the gravelled road to Falstone – via Donkleywood. We only really scratched the surface of what looks like a marvellous place to explore: just for starters, there is the rest of the lake, a trail of sculptures and England’s largest population of red squirrels. Beyond that stretch endless moors and Dark Skies (well, ~600 square miles). We’ll certainly be back.

New bike was excellent – once I’d adjusted the saddle properly – and I must admit to really enjoying catching a glimpse of my new bright yellow Ortlieb panniers every time I looked behind.

No photos from this trip – we were all too busy enjoying it first-hand!

Sunny weekends nearer home

Yellow vans have not featured a great deal in our activities over the last few weeks. Neither has mountaineering. Instead, we’ve been messing about in boats – and on bikes.

Dave recently passed his Yachtmaster Coastal exam (quite a feat, given that the day over which he chose to take it was cursed with a conspicuous lack of wind). This not only allows him to charter yachts from various reputable companies – watch this space – but also qualifies him to skipper CUYC’s yachts Kestrel and Puffin. For his first trip in charge, we took Kestrel from Ipswich south to Brightlingsea on an almost perfect weekend: bright sunshine and almost enough wind to make it exciting. The club requires new skippers to undertake a probationary trip under the “supervision” of an existing skipper (who in reality gets to relax and enjoy not having any responsibility while dispensing sage advice). Somehow Dave managed not only to persuade Greg to fill this role, but also to convince him that he really wanted to make homemade mayonnaise and potato wedges for everyone as we came into our anchorage. Unsurprisingly, served with a glass of wine and a sunset, they were a roaring success. In fact, the whole weekend went excellently.

The following weekend came with a bank holiday, but the temptation to run to the hills for three days was trumped by the temptation to take Jo’s new bike for an inaugural spin. As it’s a Super Galaxy tourer, our intention was to do a two-day tour, but in the event we only managed a day ride from Oakham. In retrospect this was probably a good thing, since we had left our tools in Cambridge – the curse of living in two places – and were also lacking a couple of panniers and (it turned out) some cycling fitness. We headed around the north side of Rutland Water, and thence to Ketton, King’s Cliffe, Oundle and Market Harborough. Our previous experience of the area being limited to driving through it on the A14 as quickly as possible (which is often quite slowly), we were pleasantly surprised to find delightful roads, pretty villages and some distinct undulations in the landscape. These became increasingly unrelenting as we returned north to Oakham through the wonderfully named hamlets of Glooston, Cranoe and Tugby, and since we were also having some bike issues and were by now quite tired, the last few miles were something of a struggle. Jo was incredibly grateful to have something other than road racing gears to get home on! 75 miles definitely used to feel easier…Hopefully some proper touring to come in the next few months – then at least we can blame the weight of our luggage!

Last weekend we were again on the East Coast, helping to prepare Kestrel for her summer trip to the Baltic. (Unfortunately we’re not joining her, owing to our calendars being too busy and Dave having a little work project to finish, but since Dave has organised the entire programme we do have a vested interest in making sure she’s seaworthy!) With great company and great weather, tasks such as taking the stove apart and cleaning it, scrubbing algae off the hull and fixing some wiring with the help of washing up liquid (don’t ask) weren’t too arduous. Testing the loading capacity and top speed of Kestrel’s new dinghy was particularly amusing. We also enjoyed a lovely meal at the Butt and Oyster on the River Orwell, and had a good stab at clearing out the excess beer and gin that had accumulated in Kestrel’s saloon…

A climb, a walk and some good company

It recently dawned on us that we hadn’t been to Wales for over a year – which meant we had never taken the van there. Over the first May bank holiday weekend we rectified this with a splendid few days in north and south Snowdonia.

Amphitheatre Buttress on Craig yr Ysfa in the Carneddau has been on our wish list for several years. Described as a “long mountain adventure”, we thought it would be both a gentle reintroduction to rock climbing (another thing we hadn’t done for over a year – incidentally since the last Wales trip), and a good warm-up for the Alps. So this was our main target for the weekend – and it looked like the weather was going to play ball…

Unfortunately MWIS was uncharacteristically optimistic, and when we woke up on Saturday morning to distinctly cold and cloudy skies, we were amused to notice that yesterday’s prediction of “extensive sunshine” had been altered to “almost no sunshine” ten minutes previously. Only slightly daunted, we headed up the mountain anyway. It was a good decision: although we found the rock cold on the first pitch, there were no real weather-related difficulties and being able to hear each other over the refreshing lack of wind made a nice change.

Despite not starting particularly early, we were first on the route.  The bottom slabs didn’t look quite gentle enough not to pitch, and in fact we thought these presented some of the toughest moves – but maybe that was just our rustyness.  The crux was steeper and nicely exposed but with good holds, and after that we moved together.  A few gendarmes and a genuinely knife-edged ridge made for an entertaining penultimate section!  Overall, a fantastic route with great views and isolated mountain setting (especially when compared to the crowds on topping out) – easily deserving of its classic status.  To finish the day we ran up Carnedd Llewelyn and Pen yr Helgi Du before descending the ridge (and bog, and hopping a wall) to Gwern Gof Isaf.

Over tea and crisps, we decided to head south to join friends on the CUHWC trip to Bryn Golau in Dinas Mawddwy for the remainder of the weekend, and enjoyed a sociable couple of evenings in the bunkhouse (returning to the much more comfortable van to sleep!).  On Sunday we walked on the always-pleasant Arans, and managed to fit in a quick ascent of almost-deserted Maesglase (a hill previously admired, but never before climbed) on Monday morning.

 

Sun? in Scotland?!

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So for Easter, we got a bit excited, and after 8 hours of driving and looking at weather forecasts, we stopped at the Kings House Hotel (round the back on the old road, not actually in the hotel) for a few hours and then started up the hill at 3 am.  Amusingly, this qualifies as one of Jo’s earliest alpine starts.

The idea was that if the forecast snow had come, we wanted it frozen not slushy for the Aonach Eagach. In the end, there was no snow, only dribbles of verglas and an incredible dawn, with sunrise coinciding with us drinking hot chocolate on the first Munro half way along the ridge. Shame.

So after the rather fabulous start to the trip, we ambled along the rest of the ridge, picked up an ankle injury and got back to the van 12 hours after starting.

Dave soon found that although walking anywhere with boots on was painful, trainers were fine – so we were constrained to easy trainer walks. Although not ideal, this was better than nothing. We made the most of the sun, walking around the coast near Kentallan (south of Ballachulish) before heading across the Corran ferry. A quick wash in a river and we were presentable to walk into a posh pub/restaurant (the Salen Hotel) to meet Jo’s parents for dinner to celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary.

A great couple of days were then spent based at Druimnich on the south coast of Ardnamurchan, a small estate owned by Jo’s family friends Dave and Jenny Kime. After a short expedition around Druimnich (from the new jetty to the water butts, admiring the seals, viewpoints, vegetable garden, wind turbine and pine martens). We then explored Ben Hiant, Sanna Beach, Ardnamurchan light house (for ice cream) and Ariundle ancient oak woodland. We didn’t quite get on to the volcano – next time.  Weather was excellent, although the haze spoilt the views somewhat. There has to be some reason to return though!

It was a shame to come home in good weather, but we’d had a relaxing time (rather than the usual knackering) and the drive home was slightly more pleasant than the usual driving rain. Luckily there are some more bank holidays in the not too distant future.

Dave’s photos

Jo’s photos

Ski Touring!

By the end of March I was desperate for a holiday – and a week of wonderful sun, scenery snow and even some summits (not to mention Swiss chocolate) was the perfect antidote to months of office life.

A group of six of us – mainly organised by Peter – had been keen for a while to venture off the piste and explore the Alps on skis in true mountaineering style.  Having no experience of ski touring, we entrusted ourselves to the capable hands of guide James Thacker and headed for Andermatt intending to complete the Tour Soleil.  We started with a day from the Gemsstock lift, warming up with a few runs then getting to grips with all manner of unfamiliar items of gear (skins, harscheisen (ski crampons), suncream) and techniques (skinning, kick turns, correct use of above items).  The cable car queues were a good reminder of why we were escaping!

On day 2 we started early from Hospental, taking the Matterhorn-Gornergrat Bahn to Fiesch and a couple of buses to the unspoilt village of Binn.  By the time we set off up the valley the sun was already warm, and as the day progressed it only got hotter.  An initial couple of kilometres on tarmac and a pair of almost unbearably uncomfortable ski boots did not get me off to the best start, but once on snow I started to enjoy myself a bit more – especially after we had successfully negotiated a narrow valley with rather too much avalanche debris strewn across the path for comfort.  We reached the small and quirky Mittlenberghütte mid-afternoon and promptly drank around 5 litres of water between us, followed later by some polenta soup and curry topped with squirty cream.  Here there was a change of plan, as an aggravated pre-existing injury within the group meant we could not risk continuing with the planned tour, which would take us into a remote area where we would be several demanding days from safety.  While this turn of events was unfortunate, no one resented what was the only sensible decision in the circumstances, and we reflected that weather, snow conditions or equipment issues could equally have affected our itinerary.  As mountaineers, and armed with James’ knowledge and logistical wizardry, we were well prepared to change plans and make the most of our new hand.

The following day the uninjured party continued up the valley to the Hochsandjoch pass, enjoying the cool clear of the morning and unmistakeable Alpine-ness.  Crossing the col into Italy, we made our way on skins up to the summit of the Ofenhorn (Punta d’Arbola).  Several other groups were also ascending the peak and there were good tracks to follow.  The summit proved an excellent viewpoint to the Bernese Oberland, Valais, Italian and Eastern Alps and there was much pointing and discussion.  After some “lunch” (it must have been about 10am) we skiied back down to the glacier – some of us more elegantly than others!  Returning to the Mittlenberghütte, the powder gave way to some fairly consolidated crust – pretty unski-able, I concluded, after falling over three times in five minutes – though others in the group proved me wrong… We decided to push on down to Binn and back to our Hospental base in order to put ourselves in a good position for the rest of the week.  This meant another tough, hot afternoon, but we reached Binn safely and had ample time for ice cream and paprika crisps while waiting for the bus.

We then completed* a day tour of the Winterhorn just behind our hostel – a pleasant ridge ascent and surprisingly good snow on the way down.  Just above Hospental we discussed and practised crevasse rescue techniques, with an emphasis on how this might differ in ski touring contexts from summer mountaineering ones (e.g. being unroped, and having skis).  *In a ski touring sense – apparently turning around some way below the summit in order to make the most of snow conditions counts as success!

We finished the week with a two-day tour to the fabulous Rotondohütte.  An overcast, speedy ascent left us with an entire afternoon to sit in the cosy lounge, read alpine magazines, play cards, rouse ourselves to go outside and practise transceiver techniques, drink tea and generally enjoy life.  Despite our fears, the sky was clear again the next day and we ascended the Leckihorn (finally digging our crampons out of the bottom of our rucksacks) – a worthily pointy and satisfying summit – and all ours.  A long glacier descent, short sharp skin and wonderful high level traverse later, we were descending into Realp and taking off our skis for the last time – at least for this year…

Some photos are below, and there are more on our Picasa pages: – Jo’s & Dave’s

Compacted Winter Skills

A couple of Saturdays ago, I headed up to Aviemore to run a winter skills course for some friends from CUHWC. Very soon (0830), the van broke down. Turned out to be nothing dramatic – just the brake pads rubbing, but as the breakdown service had lost my policy details we took all day to get back to Cambridge.

On Sunday we took a second attempt. This time in the Polo, with minimal gear, and all of us booked into a hostel. Success! We got to Penrith for the best bacon butties I’ve ever had, and got to the Cairngorm ski car park by 5pm. We jumped at the opportunity to spend an hour on a small snow patch going over the basics and stretching our legs.

As we had lost a day with the van breakdown, I was worried about trying to squeeze a 3 day course into 2 days.. Luckily the wind and snow conditions meant that going high and getting some Munros done (the original plan) was unlikely to be sensible or beneficial. The group were also excellent, having loads of previous walking experience in all weather and picked up things quickly, allowing for some fast progression.

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So on the first day we headed into Coire an t-Sneachda, had a quick session on moving on snow, resulting in some sliding fun (ice axe arrests). We then moved into the Coire proper to have a look at some old avalanche debris, and use crampons. Despite the consolidated and melting pack, we found some (non vertical) ice to show what crampons do really well. As the group we picking this up well and conditions were good, we headed up an easy angled gully next to the goat track, looking at avalanche avoidance and testing on the way.

After that excitement, we went for lunch in Coire Domhain. Unfortunately there were no remnants of snow holes to look at. The plateau was pretty devoid of snow, but we headed to Cairngorm summit anyway. After bagging the Munro, we headed back into Corrie Cas for some more detailed avalanche tests and a walk down through the ski area.

The next day we concentrated on rope techniques, going into Coire an Lochain and getting a good look at the great slab. After some digging and testing of various snow anchors, we practised our bucket seats and buried axes while ‘pitching’ up an easy slope. After some navigation to the top of Cairn Lochan, we used a snow bollard to descend onto Fiacaill Corrie an t-Sneachda. The further descent gave some more practice of classic Scottish mix of snow/ice/slush/rock. The wind was picking up and it was getting late, so we rushed off back to the hostel catching a rain shower in the last 30 mins.

Despite the less than ideal conditions, the course was enjoyed by everyone, and there was much discussion about running it again next year.