Monday, May 30, 2016
Racing in Lancashire
In the next ten days, I am going to do three races in Lancashire
Henderson's End. June 2nd
Holcombe Two Towers. June 8th
Two Lads. June 9th
Anyone wish to join me?
Henderson's End. June 2nd
Holcombe Two Towers. June 8th
Two Lads. June 9th
Anyone wish to join me?
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Saturday 21st May
YJ and I plan to UTUP this coming Saturday. John is looking for a longish run, I will only be doing about 90 minutes due to having to report back home for domestic duties.
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Coope's Eleven Planned for Wednesday 25th May
In the interests of improving my fitness for my planned Seven Passes on Saturday June 25th, YJ and I will be attempting a very slightly reduced 'Dozen', as indicated in the above headline. assembly point and start time will be announced later this week.
All welcome.
Also, all welcome for the Seven Passes, which will be a very long Lakeland day out. Full details on application - and no, TM, this isn't a proper event, just another of my silly ideas - but don't they, generally, work out OK?
All welcome.
Also, all welcome for the Seven Passes, which will be a very long Lakeland day out. Full details on application - and no, TM, this isn't a proper event, just another of my silly ideas - but don't they, generally, work out OK?
Saturday, May 14, 2016
Six Legs, Two Heads, One Tale...
...with apologies to TM for borrowing her blog title.
On Thursday 12th May I had driven my car to the Vauxhall dealer in Chorley for its annual service and MOT test. I was running home along the Leeds Liverpool Canal, having joined it at Bridge 75 (Hoggs Lane), planning to leave at the Douglas Aqueduct and finish along the A6.
Two young women passed me, running towards Chorley, followed by a small brown terrier. I shouted something to them about it being cruel to make such a small dog run so fast and they turned to say that it wasn't theirs, it had just tagged on. I suggested that they should shoo it back whence it had come. They did this and it then, fairly predictably, she (more on this later) tagged on to me.
She was a bonny little dog, friendly and only a puppy. Having been adopted, I then felt honour bound to find her owner. So I asked everyone I met, whether walking, running or barging, and most wanted to chat about the problem; this delayed progress somewhat. Realising that very soon we would be passing some road bridges I thought she should be put on a lead and kept my eyes open for a piece of string or similar.
Luckily, a lady dog-walker, walking in the Chorley direction, lent me her lead, saying that her dog (Eddie!) didn't really need it just then. So, with my new canine friend in tow, I continued homewards asking everyone I met whether they had met my pooch previously - none had. Eventually, the lead lady caught me up, having turned back towards Adlington on her way home. She lived overlooking the canal and as we reached her house, she went indoors to find another lead, that she had no use for - I continued on my way with my new, replacement pink (!) lead.
I left the canal at bridge 68 and continued towards the A6, but pooch became very nervous as we approached the main road and I decided to see if the pet shop would take charge until I could return in the OSH's car (mine, you will remember, if you have been paying attention was still at the Vauxhall garage) so that I could search for somewhere that could scan for a chip. The pet shop lady was dubious - the last time anyone did this, it was an alsatian that they left, and they never returned! Anyway, she must have thought I looked honest, or possibly too gormless to have come up with this idea and I was allowed to leave sans hound.
I did return not much later to be told that the owner had been contacted and was on her way to collect. Apparently, the pet shop chips tortoises (or Esio Trot, as Dustin Hoffman/Roald Dahl would have you believe) and had a scanner and, after a few phone calls had tracked the owner down to the farm with the sand quarry - no, I didn't know there was one in Adlington either. The owner duly arrived and was immediately reunited with her puppy.
Four further bits of info:- 1. the puppy was a little boy called Tom, although this hadn't been obvious from my cursory examination. 2. The lead lady wants to take up running, so you may yet get to meet her. 3. My elderly Astra passed its MOT at the first attempt. 4. The puppy was a Plummer Terrier:- https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=dog+plummer+terrier&espv=2&biw=1600&bih=775&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjlk4G5nNrMAhUsDMAKHWZ7D5MQsAQIMw
Not a bad outcome, all told.
On Thursday 12th May I had driven my car to the Vauxhall dealer in Chorley for its annual service and MOT test. I was running home along the Leeds Liverpool Canal, having joined it at Bridge 75 (Hoggs Lane), planning to leave at the Douglas Aqueduct and finish along the A6.
Two young women passed me, running towards Chorley, followed by a small brown terrier. I shouted something to them about it being cruel to make such a small dog run so fast and they turned to say that it wasn't theirs, it had just tagged on. I suggested that they should shoo it back whence it had come. They did this and it then, fairly predictably, she (more on this later) tagged on to me.
She was a bonny little dog, friendly and only a puppy. Having been adopted, I then felt honour bound to find her owner. So I asked everyone I met, whether walking, running or barging, and most wanted to chat about the problem; this delayed progress somewhat. Realising that very soon we would be passing some road bridges I thought she should be put on a lead and kept my eyes open for a piece of string or similar.
Luckily, a lady dog-walker, walking in the Chorley direction, lent me her lead, saying that her dog (Eddie!) didn't really need it just then. So, with my new canine friend in tow, I continued homewards asking everyone I met whether they had met my pooch previously - none had. Eventually, the lead lady caught me up, having turned back towards Adlington on her way home. She lived overlooking the canal and as we reached her house, she went indoors to find another lead, that she had no use for - I continued on my way with my new, replacement pink (!) lead.
I left the canal at bridge 68 and continued towards the A6, but pooch became very nervous as we approached the main road and I decided to see if the pet shop would take charge until I could return in the OSH's car (mine, you will remember, if you have been paying attention was still at the Vauxhall garage) so that I could search for somewhere that could scan for a chip. The pet shop lady was dubious - the last time anyone did this, it was an alsatian that they left, and they never returned! Anyway, she must have thought I looked honest, or possibly too gormless to have come up with this idea and I was allowed to leave sans hound.
I did return not much later to be told that the owner had been contacted and was on her way to collect. Apparently, the pet shop chips tortoises (or Esio Trot, as Dustin Hoffman/Roald Dahl would have you believe) and had a scanner and, after a few phone calls had tracked the owner down to the farm with the sand quarry - no, I didn't know there was one in Adlington either. The owner duly arrived and was immediately reunited with her puppy.
Four further bits of info:- 1. the puppy was a little boy called Tom, although this hadn't been obvious from my cursory examination. 2. The lead lady wants to take up running, so you may yet get to meet her. 3. My elderly Astra passed its MOT at the first attempt. 4. The puppy was a Plummer Terrier:- https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=dog+plummer+terrier&espv=2&biw=1600&bih=775&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjlk4G5nNrMAhUsDMAKHWZ7D5MQsAQIMw
Not a bad outcome, all told.
Friday, May 13, 2016
Saturday 4th May
According to information received, there will be several of us reporting for UTUP duty tomorrow.
Sunday, May 08, 2016
Mountain bikes
This is a bit of a rant!
We had to go to Bolton last night to mind the grandsons (long story), so this morning I got up early, drove to Horwich , parked by the Jolly Crofters and went for a run. All was well until Winter Hill summit but then I started getting cross. I took the path towards Noon Hill which had been churned up by mountain bikes, making running awkward. Now this morning was dry and the ground was about as dry as that path ever gets, so it was manageable. However, in less clement conditions it would have been very difficult. The path between Noon Hill and the Pike had also been used by MBs, although it was not as churned up (yet).
Because I do most of my running inside a National Park where there are Rangers and Wardens, I don't come accross this problem at home. However, for all you good people and all other fell runners in Horwich, it must be a right pain. I thought MBs could only go on bridleways and other designated tracks, not on footpaths. Is there no way of rectifying this problem?
End of rant.
We had to go to Bolton last night to mind the grandsons (long story), so this morning I got up early, drove to Horwich , parked by the Jolly Crofters and went for a run. All was well until Winter Hill summit but then I started getting cross. I took the path towards Noon Hill which had been churned up by mountain bikes, making running awkward. Now this morning was dry and the ground was about as dry as that path ever gets, so it was manageable. However, in less clement conditions it would have been very difficult. The path between Noon Hill and the Pike had also been used by MBs, although it was not as churned up (yet).
Because I do most of my running inside a National Park where there are Rangers and Wardens, I don't come accross this problem at home. However, for all you good people and all other fell runners in Horwich, it must be a right pain. I thought MBs could only go on bridleways and other designated tracks, not on footpaths. Is there no way of rectifying this problem?
End of rant.
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