Last week I'd an appointment with the one doctor in our local practice who's sport orientated, one who understands how my body works, one to whom I can reveal all. It was on the insistence of my wonderful partner whose been none too happy about me cancelling an operation for a blocked and swollen kidney, an operation considered 'extremely urgent' by a hospital doctor back in April. My reasoning that I felt fine and the other kidney is working perfectly OK doesn't seem to wash with anyone.
|Nowt wrong wi' me... (Click to enlarge pictures)|
Anyway, the outcome was that my doctor will contact the surgeon concerned to ascertain whether he is still willing to do the operation and whether it can be done at our BMI private hospital.
So, somewhat against my will, I may yet be knocked out and set upon by that guy in a mask with his slashing knife.
|Thyme along the Skuff road|
Next morning I was back in Hebden doing hill reps (only four) with my wonderful partner along the Skuff road before breakfast. Hedgerows and roadside verges are at their summer best with a profusion of flowers and cushions of wild thyme with lots of busy bees intent on producing honey for Sainsburys.
|House martins hawking around Hebden village|
Swallows and swifts are a bit thin in the air this year but house martins have returned to their usual nest sites tucked under the eaves.
|Foxgloves by the fish farm in Hebden Ghyll|
Foxgloves in the ghyll are in full bloom and a gentleman passing by as I photograhed some of them commented on the 'fox' connection between the flowers and my 'runningfox' vest.
|Looks like aliens have landed...|
On Saturday morning I set out on a favourite 8 mile run over Grassington Moor and Bycliffe Hill, hoping to get round before it got really hot. I failed, and I suffered.
|The reason I rarely see anyone - it's dangerous! And I love it.|
I love this route, its wildness and loneliness, nature in the raw where I can sit in some remote spot, close my eyes and be transported by muttering winds, a curlew calling, the occasional bleating of a faraway sheep - or a tingling silence.
|Taking it easy in the heat|
The Met Office had forecast wall to wall sunshine with temperatures in the region of 80º and high humidity. They were right on the last two but only occasionally did sunshine oblige.
|This sheep maybe thought I was crackers.|
It was uphill for the first four miles, nigh on a thousand feet past all the trappings associated with past lead mining activities.
|Path beside the flue up to the chimney|
Sweat poured from me as I ran beside the flue that took fumes from the old smelt mill to be released through a chimney high on the moor..
Other than a purple haze of heather in autumn there are few flowering plants on the moor, the odd asphodel and venus flytrap, cloudberries, patches of cotton grass and heath bedstraw.
|Onwards and upwards to Casino Royale|
Past the chimney there was a rough, ankle twisting section before the long stony track leading to what we refer to as Casino Royale - because that's where the opening scene of that film was shot.
|Trackless Bycliffe Hill ahead of me|
I would shortly be turning onto Bycliffe Hill, the roughest part of the route where I was to learn that even the old sheep trod I used to follow is no longer there.
|Being a bit careful through tricky, trackless territory|
I was in rough, tussocky territory I'd never crossed before, but I'd run over this hill so many times previously I knew exactly where I was heading.
|Stones in the middle of nowhere|
A strange pile of white stones had me wondering why they'd been put there? Or who'd put them there? I'd never seen them before.
|The big rabbit hole high on the hill|
My navigation was spot on and in another few minutes I came upon my first rest spot, a deep shakehole which, ever since I've visited it, has been inhabited by rabbits. A strange place for them to live!
|My marker cairn coming off the moor|
I left and ran along the rim of the hill towards the Mossdale track, past peat hags and down through a short rocky section to hit my little marker cairn - spot on.
|Brakes off - cruising past the high point at 1,500ft|
From here I could throw caution to the wind while winding things up a bit along the level track to the 'stone man' at 1,500ft.
|View along the Mossdale track from the stone man|
It might be mainly downhill all the way from here but all that running uphill in the heat had sapped my energy and I was slipping into automatic pilot.
|Setting off down the long wall|
In days gone by I'd do a fast, measured mile down the long wall from the Mossdale track to a sheep pen far below. It was one of three consecutive sub 6 minute miles on my way back to Hebden, an enjoyable ingredient of sub three hour marathon training.
In my 60's.
In my 60's.
|One day a heap of bones like this on the moor will probably be me!|
Since I stopped racing I never time myself but reckon that same mile must take almost three times as long as before. Fitness and fun on my feet are all that matter now. A Facebook posting the other day said 'Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die'.
I'll go with that!
I'll go with that!
|I came across this wheatear suddenly and made it jump!|
In days gone by in Spring and early summer I'd sometimes see ring ouzels perched on the long wall. All I saw on this occasion were meadow pipits and wheatears.
|Wonderful springy turf near the sheep pens|
At one point a curlew got very agitated and I tried to record it. It wasn't very successful because it could hardly be heard beyond the sound of my heavy breathing!
|Rocky crossing of Coalgrove Beck|
Some blue sky and beautiful cloud formations appeared towards the north as I leapt across the almost dried up Coalgrove Beck
but I wasn't going in that direction.
|Last sultry mile down Hebden Ghyll|
Back in Hebden Ghyll the overcast, sultry conditions were much the same as when I'd set off. My vest was soaked and I reckoned my temperature was going through the roof. Reaching home I filled a milk bottle with cold water and poured it over my head. Three times.
TomTom said I'd run 8.20 miles with 933ft of ascent and I reckoned that called for a rest over the next couple of days.