MacMillan Cancer Support - A Challenge

Ringo Can Be Quite Smug Sometimes

Pieblog readers ought to be aware by now that I am raising cash for Macmillan Cancer Support, with some significant support from fellow members of Crook and Weardale Ramblers. Part of this effort is a Waxathon, during which victims - er.. apols, did I say victims (?) will be mercilessly devoided of body hair on various parts of their bodies

There's also an option just to donate a few hard-won spondoolies via a justgiving page a link to which is here

People who donate a few quid in this way will have their personal karma enhanced by at least 15 points and will also gain my personal gratitude. 

Some pics of a recent Crook and Weardale Ramblers trip to Glaramara follow, not because they are relevant but just to point out that at the age of (almost) 75, I can still heave my aching bones and slowly disappearing energy up a few contours. (Smug mode)

On top of somewhere. Ramblers from Crook and Weardale, Gateshead and Lower Wharfedale

Its Great Gable innit?

So - lets bring the justgiving page and the waxathon together. Just cos...

So far the justgiving page has received £460 in donations. This is pretty good, I think. But we seem to have hit some kind of hiatus or pause in the rate of dosh coming in.

And, we've said, in the publicity for the waxathon, that we will wax limbs, back or chest but NOT naughty parts, There will be no bikini or intimate waxing, no matter how much fun this might be for the waxers,

But hold on - several (actually just a few)of the women members have, possibly in moments of slight intoxication, have been scaring the males (almost said male members snigger) with threats of restraint and sack and crack, whatever that is. I'm not sure if they're serious. And there is a demand for before and after pictures.

Now I would say that if sufficient donations were to be made via this blog - and we're talking multiple double figures here that I would personally endure an utter and complete waxing, carried out by anyone drunk enough to do it. Proof of the source of a donation could be made via a comment in the little box provided when donating. Something as simple as the word "northernpies" would do it. Individual donations could be quite small - it's the total amount that is important.

So there we are - that's my challenge.

I'm sort of hoping that the total will be just a few quid short....

Anyway, just by way of a change, tomorrow I'm off to Druridge Bay to volunteer support in Sunday's North East Skinny Dip (loads of work for charidee. don;t like to talk about it. Previous blog posts about this have attracted attention from sad acts demanding to know the names of those involved. (There's some right funny buggers about)

Gwan! Koff up!!

Ruddy Gill

 

Waxathon - Macmillan Cancer Support Fundraiser(s)

 

I'm not sure if blog readers are aware of this but I am secretary of Crook and Weardale Ramblers and for those pieblog readers who don't know what the Ramblers do, it's a UK charity which concerns itself with protecting and developing access to the countryside for everybody. This tends to manifest itself in the eyes of the public, and quite a lot of our members,  mainly in providing programmes of guided walks and social events. Our group has around 125 members and we have programmes of around 80 walks each year, some short , some medium and some stupidly long. 

Recently, a few of our members have had the ill-luck to be affected by cancer - not all the same kinds of cancers, but quite scary for those involved, and their loved ones, I should expect.

So, we're raising funds to support Macmillan Cancer Care (aka Macmillan nursing) . Macmillan Cancer Care provides free support to anyone with a cancer diagnosis, at any stage of treatment, whether it is palliative or active on-going treatment. So, it's a very important organisation and is partly supported by charity monies.

Which brings me to the waxathon. This is a daft event. to be held in Crook on the evening of 30 October 2026. Ten quid will get you a ticket and in which victims  volunteers will have various limbs, or back and or chest brutally depilated using wax strips without let or mercy and whilst laughing in an evil manner. And they will pay for the service. There will also be music, food and a fairly posh tombola involving supplies of plonk.

Most pieblog readers will live too far away to attend this event, so there's an opportunity at the foot of this blog post to donate as generously as possible. There is good karma to be had as well....  just sayin'

For those who can't make it, whether through sheer fear (ooo that rhymes!), geography or their aunty's birthday bash diary clash ( oo that rhymes as well)  there is a Justgiving charity fundraising page in which you can donate some of your hard-won spondoolies. Any amount is acceptable. Just click the link and cough-up.It's the bit of text in blue below....

Thank your for your attention to this matter (I read that somewhere)donate to macmillan cancer care

Great Tommy Sleepout - What Happened

 

What happened was this:

We (me and Ringo) parked prettily in Kirkby Stephen which is a good place to park for a couple of days because the car park is free and there's never any issue with leaving the knipemobile there for a while. And we marched off manfully and dogfully in a generally Eastwards direction along the Alf Wainwright Coast to Coast Path. It seems that everybody in Kirkby Stephen is friendly and wants to chat - especially the dog walker we met who enquired what I was doing and seems to have left a donation. Bless 'im. And his dog and Ringo got on very well too and would probably have played all day give the chance

I should also just mention that Ringo is named after Alf Wainwright's favourite drummer

So we heaved our winter-conditioned (i.e. not very fit) bodies up over Nine Standards Rigg where the new stone  slabs had tamed the place since I was last up here - and we turned left at the signpost and descended into Whitsundale. The stone path soon ends and we were left with a typically North Pennine splodge-fest into Whitsundale.

Whitsundale has a superbly remote feeling to it. Apart from the slightly intermittent Coast to Coast route, there are no paths and it feels a long way to anywhere. We dropped off the soggy CtoC path, crossed a fence and soon found a flat spot next to the beck. The curlews called, the sun was warm on the tent, Ringo began his marathon snoozing session on his woofbag and all was well with the world - even the white noise from the little radio reminded me of the Highlands of Scotland where bringing a radio is a complete waste of time. We had our tea. We had a nip of 40% (Ringo is not old enough for 40% by the way, so I left him to his running about barking dream) We snoozed. We (just me , really) watched the glow of the moon on the hill and the strange shapes and movements of what I assumed was the edge of a bank of fog, rising and dissolving. The the moon rose over the hill, apparently quite suddenly.

In the morning there was a slight frost on the grass and, with not too far to walk today, we had a lazy and relaxed sort of start, heading down the Dale on the Coast to Coast Path and, just before Ravenseat Farm, turning West back towards Kirkby Stephen. I had intended to climb over High Pike to a camping spot in a sheepfold I knew, but the lack of conditioning kicked in and some way up Uldale Gill I began to search for a discreet camping spot, which I found just above a waterfall and in a little corner mainly out of sight of the main road - I had noticed that my stumbling and blaspheming  progress up Uldale Gill was being monitored by a keeper in a long wheelbase landrover so I was keen to be out of sight.

At half past five, just about teatime, it started to rain quite heavily. We tucked ourselves in for a wet and breezy night.

In the grey dawn of the next morning, the tent had shrunk significantly and as I shook off the drowse it was obvious that we had been covered by several inches of fresh, wet snow which I pushed of from inside, without getting out of my cosy bag. And it was till snowing, much to Ringo';s delight. This put paid to my plan to climb up to Mallerstang Edge - so I packed up and returned to the road, getting back to the car  on bits of the Coast to Coast route.

Things that went right:

1.Random donation and everybody being friendly and one chap made a donation,

2.The weather on the first day - warm and spring-like

3.The activities of the moon and the mists rising from Swaledale.

4.Corned beef and peas for tea on Day 1 and a chicken curry on day 2

5.Undisturbed nights.

6.Whitsundale is a superb place for a temporary retreat from the hurly-burly - not that I have much hurly or burly nowadays . Anyway - most enjoyable.

Things that went not so right (i.e. wrong):

1.One of the arms fell off my stove so I had to hold the pan on the top during a brew-up.

2.A big bubble appeared in my thermarest. Grom experience, this can only get worse and the sleeping mat is probably doomed to turn into a very good impression of a football. (Thermarests are expensive to replace, but the dog has always had an unreasonable fear of the sleeping mat anyway, so a new one might not be such a bad thing.)

3.My underpants elastic failed. This is not very comfy for walking.

4.Grim weather on the morning of day 2.

I've bought a new stove and I'm considering taking out a mortgage for a new Thermarest.

Great Tommy Sleepout

It might be like this

Me and Ringo (Ringo and I, are taking part in the Great Tommy Sleepout at some point in March, the some point being to raise spondoolies for rough sleeping veterans by ..er... sleeping reasonably roughly. But, as regular readers will probably know, I'm fairly experienced at this sort of thing, so I'm not really expecting a huge amount of discomfort. I could make it more challenging, but I'd have to leave the dog behind and he'd sulk for ten or twenty minutes, so he's going too. I'll take a book a radio (which will probably only emit white noise) and a small free bar serving only a limited array of 40% proof..

Wish me luck and, if you have a spare penny you can donate here Mike and Ringo's Great Tommy Sleepout

TGO Challenge - It Was my 20th Time Y'Know

Loch Duich Sunset Day Minus One

Anyway. the plan, for my 20th TGO crossing, was to try to make it relatively easy because to fail on your 20th TGO crossing (of which this was), would be a proper tragedy. Sooooo  I thought I'd make it a lot easier than my 19th, so as to increase my chances of success. So I chose a sort of beginner's route, starting at Shiel Bridge and ending at St Cyrus. 

Shiel Bridge, you would have thought would be relatively easy to get to. And it all started well. Phil turned up chez Knipe at exactly the right time, Mrs K's car didn't break down and the early start missed the daily traffic jam at Neville's Cross (Neville is often cross) And the train arrived in time too - as opposed to 2024 when it didn't turn up at all. Then, at the point where St Cuthbert's Way crosses the East coast main line, it stopped. An announcement announced that the train immediately ahead had lost traction, or impetus, or something and it wasn't about to move any further North until someone had nipped to a shop in Berwick for a  4 pack of AA batteries and that they could be some time. Then somebody in a control room somewhere decided that we could reverse to Morpeth and select the track to London to bypass the dead train. Apparently the chap delegated to get the batteries was also instructed to come back with a loaf of wholemeal bread, two pork pies and a Daily Mirror. Anyway, he did turn up but had forgotten the newspaper, the dead train revived and we continued along, advised by a large and attentive group of LNER staff to stay on the train till Aberdeen and then catch a specially delayed train to Inverness. In Inverness there was time for some light shopping and a beer before catching the bus to Shiel Bridge.

Worra cracking start to my 20th TGO crossing.

Due to the vagaries of "Blogger" the first set of pictures below are in exactly the wrong order.  Just sayin'

Camp near Allbeithe

On this (my 20th TGO crossing by the way) the plan was to be accompanied by Phil, a prospective TGO challenger for the first three days. This went well. We were accompanied for two days with lovely late-spring weather and one day when it was a bit murky and I noticed a rain-drop. Just the one.

We mooched our way over Bealach an Sgairn into Gleann Gniomhaidh - a route I would highly recommend. It's not too arduous and it follows and excellent well-engineered stalkers path through a beautiful landscape into Glen Affric, where, at Allbeithe Youth Hostel, some yoofs were shivering in the river and playing football. (not in the river). After a starry night beside the same river, we continued down to Loch Affric and over the hill to Cougie. If you've not been to Cougie, you really should go. Details of how to book etc are in the TGO Challenge (20th.....) and the place is run for love rather than profit. We camped in their grounds and were royally fed and watered and it was all rather fab. We could have had beds. Maybe we should have had beds. The loo flushed, too, which is much better than a cat hole in the heather.

After a big Scottish breakfast, the rufty tufty moors and bits of forest and power lines brought us to Fort Augustus and Morag's Lodge hostel where the hostel guitar has a missing it's bottom E string, but otherwise played nicely. Morag's hostel has food and a bar, although I'm never keen on snory, farty, bunk rooms specially when Mr Bladder comes to stay at 3:00 a.m.

In the morning, Phil headed off towards Inverness and I continued lonely over Corriearach Pass to continue my attempt on a 20th TGO crossing. I may have said something about this previously.

I am now going to fool Blogger by selecting the next pictures in reverse order so that they appear in the correct order. 

Oooo that worked well, with the pics.

So, I've never been all that thrilled with the Corrieyarack Pass - for me, it's a plod. It was hot. I found it quite hard and it went on and on for ages. It's very uphill and hard on the tootsies, although you'd have thought that 19 previous TGO challenges would have hardened them up a bit.  Eventually, I turned up at Melgarve Bothy where there were other challengers (nobody else on their 20th, though - I need to check back to make sure I've mentioned this before) and erected my tabernacle and went to bed. More hot plodding in the morning took me to Laggan where the rule about never passing a tea-room kicked in. They sold me lots of food, tea and beer. It were reet grand.

After dicing with death on the A86 with most of the traffic not expecting a 20th Challenger around the next fast bend, I got to Strath an Eilich which leads through to Glen Banchor - one of my favourite bits. I camped at the little bijoux bothy near Dail na Seilig. More challengers passed by and a couple of others camped. A foggy, mizzly night followed but it all lifted in the morning and I made it to Newtonmore and the hostel there around lunchtime and called in briefly. My route was going well so far and no significant bodily damage had been done, so I plodded on to Kingussie for some beer and on to camp a bit short of Glen Feshie for a very quiet night noticing just the one passing challenger, who didn't spot my discreetly pitched tent at all.

Glen Feshie was superb, as usual - called in at the Ruigh Aiteachain bothy but there was nobody there - loads of kids camping outside and on up the glen, diverting around the notorious landslip by paddling the river a couple of times, and dipping in a slippery but beautiful pool near the junction with the River Eidart before crossing the Bridge if Death (Its possible that only Knipe family members will know what this is.) I camped quite a bit short of the Tilt junction and battered on to Braemar in the morning via tea and biccies at Mar Lodge. Braemar was full of TGO challengers and a fairly boozy afternoon and evening was enjoyed at Farquharsons Bar and the little pub behind the Invercauld Arms.

The next day, after a substantial breakfast at The Bothy cafe,  was to be a very short walk up to Callater Lodge which was also heavily populated by TGO challengers and friends and family of Bill Duncan along with a dog or two. There was music and food and general jollity in the packed and cosy lodge.  Mostly people camped outside. I had another dip in Loch Callater in the hot afternoon and was challenged to yet another at 8:00 a.m. the following morning. I thought this was just the whisky talking, but no it wasn't so we had a dip. Discretion prevents me from publishing who my dipping partner was but safe to say, this "freshened" me up no end and the bacon butty and tea provided shortly afterwards set me up for a ramble over the mountains to Loch Muick and a camp by the Burn of Mohamed, where I was joined by a couple of others. Its a lovely spot and much less exposed than the usual camp by the little bothy on the moors at Shielin of Mark.

And, so, to Tarfside where, I avoided the hostel there and camped on the village field.

On the upside, The Lad (son James) turned up with beer and steak and chips AND there was a charity barbeque at the Mason's Arms, so there was beer and TWO dinners. This fact needs to be kept from my Cardiac Nurse.

The Lad walked with me over the moors to the North of Tarfside and then for a section of road and, finally into Edzell by the very fine Rocks of Solitude. Mrs Pieman had hired a cottage behind the butchers shop in Edzell, shared with son James and his wife Michelle, and their pooch Merlin but, even more importantly, Ringo, my dog, who I took for a long doggy walk. Ringo and his pal Merlin spent most of the evening play-fighting and , more or less ignored me, clearly not impressed that I was quite near the end of my 20th TGO crossing. I know my place.

I was back on the road in the morning, sans doggy for the final few miles on to St Cyrus where the beach was deserted. But, having  climbed back up the cliff path, I was greeted by a crocodile of very young schoolchildren along with a couple of teachers - all in high viz and hanging on to their hats in the stiff breeze. The teacher asked me if i'd just done "the walk". I confirmed that I had so she asked the children to give me a round of applause, which they did. I have to say, that this little incident was the absolute best thing about the whole 20th (did I mention this at all?) crossing. It fair cheered me up so it did even though the kids clearly had no idea why they were clapping.

Then James met me and ferried me to Montrose.

So, what have we learned from all this?

First of all, Blogger ambushes the writer by suddenly changing the order in which pictures are posted - mainly doing it in the opposite order to how they are chosen, then, at the end, doing it the other way around, so the last few pictures aren't in the correct order, but I just can't be arsed cutting and pasting them into the correct order.

Secondly, it's within the rules to have somebody walk with you for a few days.

Fourthly (I couldn't think of a thirdly), this was my most enjoyable challenge out of the 18 19 previous ones

Thirdly (just remembered the third one) - I'll probably do it again. 

Final pic of the dinner in the Park Hotel below where I got my slate plaque and a bottle of nice scotch for doing 20 crossings. (Have I mentioned this?)