The Sill – the UK’s National Landscape Discovery Centre

On Friday, we were lucky enough to be invited, after taking part in a photo shoot for the new and improved Northumberland National Park website,  along for a behind the scenes tour of The Sill, near Hadrian’s Wall.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The architecture of the building has been carefully thought out, making it look like it gradually comes out of the ground, with the grass carpet running from top to bottom. We were treated to a tour of the building itself, and the carpeted roof, with both the architect and an ecologist from the Park.

The interactive exhibition inside is brilliant for all ages, and tells the story of the county of Northumberland.

This gives young and old the chance to learn everything they need to know about the Park and the surrounding area, from rock types to the best places to go for a walk.

There is also a new YHA on site, which can only be described as colourful, cosy and definitely family friendly. We were bowled over by the dining area and kitchen, as well as the wonderfully spacious rooms. We’ll certainly be staying here as soon as possible!

But don’t take our word for it, check it out for yourself!

Northumberland National Park Photoshoot

A couple of months ago, we were asked by Andrew at Northumberland National Park, if we would like to come along for a photo shoot in the Park, as part of the overhaul of their website. Of course, we jumped at the chance, and were highly flattered to be asked!

We met up at the Lordenshaws carpark, and spotted the rest of the group half way up Simonside. Johan had been asked to do some shots while running, and so trotted up to see what was going on. It was interesting for me to watch the photographer work, and be on the other side of the lens. Johan was in his element, flying up and down the track with the other 2 runners, taking direction and having a pose.

NNPA_CF1_0285NNPA_CF1_0340

Then it was my turn! We walked up to the first cup and ring stone on Lordenshaws, and were told to “Look excited about the rock!” and act natural.

NNPA_CF4_0035

I’m terrible when it comes to having my photo taken, all I can do is grin like a cheshire cat, and it shows in these photos! Even when we were asked to ‘act natural and just talk to each other’, I struggled to keep composed. But I guess it makes for enthusiastic photos!

After a stop off and break in Rothbury, we made our way to the next stop; a picnic on the banks of Harthope Burn. Here, we were joined by a couple of families, giving the afternoon a more family orientated feel. Even though it rained, it was such a beautiful spot, and it was only a matter of time before Johan took himself for a paddle in the burn. Here, he was swiftly joined by a couple of the children who had come along for the picnic, and spent a few hours splashing around and climbing rocks. The girls loved it and reveled in announcing that ‘that man’ was going to show them the best way up the river.

I sat on the bank, out of the way, and took some photos of my own. It was lovely to see Johan having such a good time in the water.

NNPA_CF6_1174

We thoroughly enjoyed the day, and still feel privilaged to have been asked to play such an integral part in the new website. It’s very strange, but so rewarding, to see ourselves.Picture1

The new National Park website is brilliant, and definitely worth checking out: https://www.northumberlandnationalpark.org.uk/

Thrunton Thriller – High Fell Events

The day after the Daffodil Run, I had another half marathon ish race – The Thrunton Thriller. For those of you in the know, good, you can probably stop reading in all honesty; for those of you not, I can sum up to whole experience in seven words:

Bloody hard work; well worth the effort.

However, I shall try to elucidate a little more about the experience.

As with most trail/fell runs (this definitely falls more toward the fell side of affairs in my opinion), it was an early start at about 9am, meaning we had to be out of the house and moving to get to deepest, darkest Northumberland at an unholy 7.30am (to allow for registration). I know that’s not really that bad, I just like to complain here and there about non issues, and who doesn’t? Even on the car journey up, and the wander to registration I could tell that my legs were feeling a little tired, and that more importantly, my left ankle was still suffering from the day before. Oh well, I kind of expected this, and mentally prepared myself for a grind rather than a race.

Eventually, everyone was registered and milling around at the start line, waiting for one of Barry’s almost enigmatic safety talks. Tension was building a little, I couldn’t really wait to be on the way, and eventually we were off!

The Thriller starts fairly innocuously at first; a gentle drag up the forest track lulls you into a false sense of security. Already though, my left ankle was complaining from the hammering the day before, but I elected to keep shifting in the hopes that it would loosen up as we kept moving.

Fairly shortly, you’re funnelled off down a smaller woodland trail. Here, I managed to pick up a few places, skipping around people and enjoying the softer ground, but still my leg and ankle felt wooden and pushing was not on the cards. We popped back out onto another section of forest drive, and I decided to give the uphill a bit of an attack.

Nope, no joy there. Legs feeling like sandbags, I made the difficult decision and decided to reel it back and just keep moving with the intention of finishing.

A couple of miles passed without much excitement, but as I was starting to settle into a rapid plod, the course dropped us over a calf-deep burn and then up one of the muddiest, slipperiest slopes I’ve ever had the “pleasure” of ascending. However, my familiarity with gopping moorsides started to produce an advantage, and I started to move faster than many folk around me.

You’d hope that this short slippery bank would be the end of it, but no. Of course, it was just the beginning, and the race now spent a good while ascending up the top of Thrunton Crags. However, the angle was way too steep to run, so my hill-stomping expertise started clawing back places, passing quite a number of lads who had overtaken me on the much more trail-y forest track.

The top of the crags presented the field with typical sandstone moorland peat – dark, sloppy, slippery, or heather bashing for a little more security. Great! Again, a few more spots clawed back. Passing Jim at one end of the crags I informed him

“my legs feel like flappy meat tubes”

They really did. Two hard half marathons back to back after pretty much nothing meant that I was suffering, but enjoying myself immensely as I did it! The sun was out as we crossed along the crags, and the ominous clouds hanging over the Cheviot hills refracted the sunlight from behind us, producing a stunning rainbow.

Incidentally, it is because of the need for total internal refraction of sunlight by rain droplets that you will only ever see a rainbow with the sun behind you, and clouds in front. Fun fact of the day…

Eventually, dropping off the end of the crags, we were subjected to a lovely steep descent into a small valley. Immediately climbing back out along the side of the woodland, another “enjoyable” section of heather/bog presented itself. And once again, my ankle kept my speed down – annoyingly I knew that I should be able to move much faster, but a continually collapsing left ankle left me treading gingerly and allowing people past whom I would usually spend the second half of the race reeling back in.

Arriving at the aid station, Lucy took some quick photos, and I downed a couple of cups of water. Mmm, hydration. All the volunteers at the aid station were excellent, and I would be remiss if I didn’t mention and thank them at this point – so thank you excellent volunteers, the events wouldn’t be the same/work without you.

From the aid station, the route funnels you down into another steeper, larger valley, and then snakes you around for a while. I don’t remember a whole lot about this section, apart from it was sunny, I kept playing leap-frog with one of the lads I’d been running with/passed/then passed by earlier on in the race. Eventually, another uphill kicked in, and confusingly lead us passed the aid station again? What the hell? Okydoky.

Lucy shouted something as I stumbled past again, not sure what, and away we were, back into the forest. We ran by a couple of guys presumably marshalling in the woods who asked how the course was.

“pretty hard really”

Followed by a short, sharp kick up onto a long shallow drag up more forest drive. At this point I’m ashamed to say I was reduced to a run/walk, and the lad from Heaton Harriers who I’d been to and froing with managed to pull away slightly. I was passed by a few more relatively fresh looking souls, but as we started turning off the main track again, I found the same lad again, stopped in his tracks.

“You alright mate?”

“Yeah, just cramping”

“I can offer you a shotblock, but’s that’s about it”

“No it’ll be alright, I’ve had a little drink”

Shifting on at what can only be described as a shuffle, I awaited the inevitable overtake. About five minutes later, it happened, but truth be told I wasn’t too fussed. It had been a good outing, and the craic had been excellent.

We dropped down a long steep woodland bank, back onto forest drive, and I thought “this must be it, home stretch”. However, we’d just passed Barry, and after commenting on how evil the course was, he had told us the best was yet to come. So at least in that way, the sting in the tail didn’t present as too much of surprise, but what the jiminy!

Back up into woodland, on what can only be described as one step worse than a trod, full of scratchy pine branches, along and back down to the real finish. I couldn’t entirely believe it was over, and I almost head-dived down the final bank (not intentionally) and flailed my way across the finishing line.

What an excellent outing!

Milling around at the finish, I had a little chat with various people, and it seemed that the general consensus was that it was a hard course. I’d agree with that.

Eventually, Lucy reappeared with the car keys, and I hobbled back to the car, goody bag in hand, to get changed and sit down. It was about 1pm, so we went back home and had a nice relaxed afternoon. Cracking.

After the sub 2hr race the day before, this came in at a somewhat slower 2h46mins. Not too bad really, all things considered, and we’ll be back again next year to improve on that badger!

And finally – thank you Barry for organising the event; it’s an excellent race, and well deserving of its fierce reputation.

If there’s one half marathon race to run in Northumberland, this is it! (Although it may be a little longer than 13 miles, as I heard some of the 10k runners mention that they’d done somewhere around 8 miles/13km).

**For more photos of the event, go to Lucy’s Flickr page here**

Cragside Christmas Cracker – High Fell Events

This Sunday saw us heading up into Northumberland to take part in the Cragside Christmas Cracker; a 10 mile race (actually a fun run) organised by High Fell Events which takes the competitors around the grounds of Cragside (the first building in the world to have lighting provided by hydro electricity).

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The morning began with unexpectedly clear weather, although as it was mid-November there was still a chill in the air. Getting to the car park with about 45 minutes to go before the start, we moseyed over to registration and hung around trying to suss out the competition. As well as a number of excellent Christmas-related fancy dress runners.

It has to be mentioned that many people were out to simply enjoy the route, and were not expecting to competitive in any way. I was just aiming to get round in the best time possible, expecting to manage it in about 1 and a half to 2 hours.

We set off from the visitor centre at 9:30, heading around the lake, and back up to the main house. Heading through the courtyard, we jumped onto the trails proper which were picky from the start, full of roots and wet stones. For anyone who hasn’t experienced wet sandstone, it isn’t too far from a skating rink. Obviously not as bad, but it’s definitely light thoughts and tread softly when you’re running on it; put down too much power and your feet are going to fly out from under you.

Up, round, and down through the estate, we sampled the delights of Cragside. If you haven’t been to Cragside, I can highly recommend it; around every corner it seems a new, excellent view. Twisting paths through rhododendron bushes, small lakes, and long sets of stone steps made for interesting running.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I’d set off towards the front of the pack, and we’d strung out pretty quickly within the first mile or so. The fastest guys disappeared pretty quickly, but that wasn’t all that surprising due to the twisting nature of the course. As it was, I didn’t really have any idea of where I was in the pack, but there was a nice group lads shifting at about the same pace, so we stuck together for much of the race.

Over the last few miles we split up; a couple heading off ahead; a couple dropping back as the techy terrain and steep hills played to my advantage; leaving me to canter along at my own pace. Within the last couple of miles I was passed by a surprise racer, almost caught him on a sharp uphill, but then got left behind on the final stretch down the forest drive.

Crossing the finish line at a fairly leisurely pace, I received a Cragside Christmas Cracker medal (my first medal, woohoo!) and congratulated all the guys who had finished and were hanging about. I then headed off to sign out and get my race t-shirt. I’d come in 7th place, which is much better than I’d expected, and as a bonus I think I got around quicker than the anticipated 1h30.

All in all, a great day out, and finished off with a brew and a cracking bacon butty.

Great!

Harlow Hill round

A few weeks ago, we decided to take ourselves out to an area of Northumberland that we hadn’t been to before, and found ourselves exploring the area around Harlow Hill. I’ve driven past this place countless times on my way up to Kielder, but never actually stopped to explore.

After checking out the OS maps, Johan stumbled upon a disused airfield which looked worth exploring, so off we went.

The walk itself was eerily quiet, with barely anyone around. And most of the footpaths were disused and overgrown, which made it feel like a proper little adventure. We made our way to the airfield, to find that it is now being used as a MOD base and is inaccessible. But it was still pretty cool to wander around the outside and have a peak.