Geoff’s 50 at 50, or,
The Bob Graham Round – So
Good I did it Twice!
17-18th June 2007
What better way to mark my 50th birthday than to do the BG again
only this time add a few peaks in to make it up to 50 (from 42).
I looked at some existing 50 at 50 schedules and recced the extra
peaks only to find that they added too much onto the ‘basic’ BG
for me to contemplate. However, I was not going to be deterred,
so during the course of training (mainly with Paul Hainsworth),
and with the aid of some creative thinking and helpful suggestions,
I came up with eight extra ‘do able’ peaks to add
to Bob Graham’s 42.
I intended to attempt the round four days after my 50th birthday,
however, my birthday dawned with a violent thunderstorm and it
didn’t seem to stop raining for the rest of the week. This
caused me to delay my start time by 24 hours. The resulting logistical
problems led to a bit of a headache and didn’t make for
a relaxing build up. Nonetheless, after about 50 phone calls
and with the co-operation of my 30 or so supporters, to whom
I am very grateful, everything was sorted.
The day of my attempt dawned wet and mild with no breeze. By
the time Susan and I left for the start, after a hearty breakfast
kindly provided by Jenny, the rain had stopped and Keswick market
square was starting to dry up when we arrived at 06.30. On the
first leg to Honister I was to be accompanied by six club mates
from Northumberland Fell Runners (Steph, Karen, Chris, Graham,
Peter M & Peter R).

Geoff and pacers at the start (photo: Paul Hainsworth)

The first few steps (photo:
Paul Hainsworth)
On the stroke of 7 we were away and I felt good on the roads
to Newlands. After a few mutterings that “this is just
like Paul Hainsworth’s” I settled into my Bob Graham
Shuffle as we approached Robinson (a briskish pace requiring
minimal effort). It was misty on top and soon only Chris and
Karen were with me as we descended the first peak. Chris waited
for the others as Karen and I headed for Hindscarth, which was
quickly bagged, and we re-joined the team as they approached
Dale Head. Steph had bravely volunteered to carry all the heavy
kit (so she tells me) and had ‘soloed’ the North
Wall of Robinson with a minimum of fuss. This was the first of
many acts above and beyond the call of duty performed on the
day by my support team – thanks to you all!
A quick descent to Honister saw us arrive at
09.05 16 minutes ahead of my 23.5 hour schedule. I was quickly
fed and watered by my excellent road crew made up from the core
of Elvet Striders’ championship
winning women’s cross country team led by their Captain
Susan. Peter M and Steph completed their pacing duties at Honister
and I was joined by two NFR stalwarts, and old friends, David
Atkinson and John Dallinson, as well as three friends from Todmorden
Harriers (Mandy Goth, Kath Brierley & Phil Hodgson) all of
whom had completed successful BGs as well as many other feats
on the fells. John led the way up Grey Knotts dressed in his
sans culottes and funny hat and we continued to make up time
across Brandreth and the Gables. We were soon descending Great
Gable on the route I had asked John to take which he stuck to
in spite of me trying to tell him he had gone wrong.

Kath B admires John's socks (photo:
Amanda Hunter)
I seemed to be climbing well and John had trouble getting in
front of me to lead the way across Kirk Fell. Phil seemed to
be sticking to me like glue and we chatted about camper vans,
of all things, as we descended Kirk Fell Crag. I was grateful
for the loan of Phil’s ‘cag’ as we came off
the ‘extra’ peak of Looking Stead accompanied by
a sudden downpour that stayed with us for about half an hour,
although this was the only rain I can remember during the whole
round. Mandy G re-appeared here and remarked on the rain. I was
very grateful for Mandy’s company on this leg. She is a
very brave woman having, among other things, completed the BG
last July after a number of attempts over the years and has run
the Ben Nevis race more times than any other woman – I
was in excellent company.
John continued to pick a good line through the mist although
he was probably fed up with me asking him not to get too far
ahead. This route selection and support from Kath and my other
pacers, meeting my constant demands for food, drink, clothing
etc, ensured I was able to continue to make up time on this leg.
But John saved the best for last leading the finest line of descent
I have ever taken off Yewbarrow (and I’ve been down it
a few times) resulting in my quickest descent ever – thanks
John.
On arrival at 12.53 I was 49 minutes up at Wasdale and the support
crew went immediately into action with Susan ensuring all my
needs were catered for. Karen continued her wonderful support
by massaging my legs until my own personal masseuse (Valerie
Atkinson) arrived to take over. John, Mandy G, Kath, Karen and
Peter R bowed out here, Phil and Dave carried on, and I was joined
by Paul Appleby and two of my closest BG companions Bob Sewell
and Paul Hainsworth.

Geoff arriving at Wasdale (photo: Paul Hainsworth)

" ... ensuring all my needs were catered for ..." (photo: Paul
Hainsworth)

What a life (photo: Amanda Hunter)
The ascent up Sca Fell started well and I felt
quite strong with Bob and Paul A sticking close and offering
encouragement. But just over half way up things went a bit pear
shaped when first one thigh then the other seized up with cramp.
My Vastus medialis muscles became the size, colour and consistency
of cricket balls. I stopped, tried to stretch, but this made
things worse, so I sat down. Paul H arrived and provided some
massage. Fortunately I had anticipated cramp problems around
this point in the round and had some salty food with me which
I ate. After a tentative re-start I began to get going again
and the cramp never returned. On reaching Sca Fell summit I was
pleased to find that no time had been lost from the schedule.
Paul H led the way across to Deep Gill and invited me to jump
in first - which I did with nervous anticipation. The gully was
wet and loose but I got down it fairly quickly slithering unceremoniously
onto Lord’s Rake. Only later did I discover that one of
my pacers had been struck on the head by a dislodged rock and
narrowly missed being hit by a larger one.
Paul H and Phil picked great lines across Broad and Ill Crags
and we started to make up time again. Paul showed admirable restraint
when I asked him to find me some grass to run on across the rocky
plateau. We approached a misty Esk Hause to hear shouts and see
waving arms. The support crew was here in force. Mandy D, Louise
and Valerie provided hot drinks, pie and massage. Louise’s
sacrifice in giving up her pie was greatly appreciated.

Valerie gets to work (photo: Mandy Dawson)
Onwards across Esk Pike and Bow Fell in the clag with Paul H
and Phil leading the way. A perfect line off Bow Fell saw us
arrive on Rossett Pike almost one hour up to be greeted by Bob’s
cheery countenance. The mist had lifted now and conditions onto
the Langdales were quite pleasant as Paul A in particular stuck
with me and fed me gels, bars and drink on request. In his eagerness
to select the best line Paul H seemed to be getting a bit far
ahead coming off Sergeant Man. I shouted to him (or asked Phil
to shout) to stay closer so I could follow the line he was taking.
When I caught up to him we had a Karrimor moment (ie a brief,
frank exchange of views) and then pressed on. I think I had reached
the point where I needed a bit of ‘edge’ to keep
me going. This was definitely the case on the final two legs – but
more of that anon.
The Wasdale-Dunmail leg is generally regarded as the toughest
and I was very grateful to Paul H, Phil, Bob, Paul A and Dave
for the perfect navigation, their assistance on Sca Fell and
the quick and efficient provision of food and drink throughout
the leg. As a result I arrived at Dunmail just over an hour ahead
of schedule and in a confident frame of mind. From the top of
Steel Fell Dunmail looked like a car park as there were so many
people there to support and help. This change over needed to
be particularly slick as I planned on a full change of clothes
and shoes as well as eating and drinking. Susan had it all arranged.
Mandy D and Amanda manned the tea bar while Louise provided her
personal security service ensuring I was able to concentrate
on getting changed and fed.

"Don't guzzle!" (photo:
Amanda Hunter)

Some of the happy band at Dunmail (photo: Mandy Dawson)
My team for the fells changed completely at Dunmail. John Crummett,
another Todmorden friend, took over the navigation on a section
I knew he knew like the back of his hand. John has also completed
the BG – twenty-six years ago and his BG Club number is
187 – respect.
I also had four pacers on this section, two of whom had been
with me on my original BG, Kevin and Linda Bray plus Stewart
Gardner, whose BG I had assisted on in 2002, and a relative new
comer to the BG game Will Horsley. I was to be very grateful
for their support on what was to prove a very tough leg for me.
I set off from Dunmail feeling fine. It was dry and calm but
quite humid. I wasn’t far up Seat Sandal when the sweat
started to bucket out of me and with it seemed to go my energy.
Compared to my previous ascents I felt like I was crawling up
the hill although I only lost 4 minutes on this ascent. Fairfield
proved just as hard and Stewart’s attempt to sow the seed
of a football conversation fell on stony ground of which there
was plenty around us. Dollywagon wasn’t quite as hard and
things eased a bit as I traversed the less steep ground of Nethermost,
Helvellyn, Raise etc. John’s navigation was spot on, as
expected, as was everybody’s support.

"So what do you think
of West Ham, Will?" (photo:
Kevin Bray)

At 50 you need two sticks (photo: Kevin Bray)
When it got dark I asked for my favourite Maglite torch which
I (mistakenly) thought Susan had given to Will. Rucksacks were
turned inside out and I performed a quick body search of Will
but the thing couldn’t be found. Another bit of ‘edge’ to
spur me on. I borrowed Stewart’s excellent light weight
torch and we pressed on.

"I haven't got your ****ing torch!" (photo
Kevin Bray)
The night was kind - just a bit of mist but no rain, very little
wind and a lovely red sky behind Skiddaw. When we finally arrived
at the top of Clough Head I was feeling tired and knew I would
be slow descending. I lost a few minutes getting to Threlkeld
and was feeling fairly grim. Steve Walker asked how I was when
I arrived at 01.23 and I’m afraid I gave him a one word
answer and it wasn’t “fine”.
Once again Susan swung into action and everything I needed was
there to hand. Kevin and Will were continuing with me on the
last leg and Steven was joining to help with pacing. My old sparring
partner from Elvet Striders, Paul O’Hara, was taking over
the navigation for this crucial leg. Paul had agreed to do this
after my desperate phone call to him on Friday afternoon. I shall
be eternally grateful to Paul for helping in my hour(s) of need.
When we set off to climb Blencathra I still had just under 5.5
hours to complete the round although I wasn’t confident
I would make it. I was slow going up Blencathra as I was so tired
and there was a thick mist that coated the rocks in a thin film
of water. Kevin, Will and Steve provided admirable support and
encouragement as Paul searched for the best line. We finally
made it to the top and headed off without delay onto easier ground
and out of the mist.
Dawn was coming up as we descended from Mungrisdale Common
and I resolved to give it everything up the final two major climbs
of Great Calva and Skiddaw. Paul kept 2-3 paces ahead of me going
up Calva (to annoy me he said later) and I resolved not to stop
for anything - which I didn’t. I could hear the laboured
breathing of my pacers behind me so I knew I must be going fairly
quick. While descending Calva Paul suggested I might run a bit
faster (thus applying more edge to the already broken chamber
pot). He laughed when I snapped back that I was already doing
my best.
I decided that if I could reach Skiddaw by 05.30, then I would
complete the round in under 24 hours. By now it was a beautiful
morning – sunny and cool making me even more determined
to get up Skiddaw quickly. Kevin tried to encourage me and Will
and Steve seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of gels to keep
me going. I reached Skiddaw summit at 05.25 and knew it was in
the bag. It all seemed to change from that moment as if a huge
burden was lifted and I became my usual friendly, chatty self
again (from Hyde back to Jekyll). The final peak of Skiddaw Little
Man proved no problem and we stopped for a group photo on that
50th top.

"....it was a beautiful morning".
(photo: Kevin Bray)

Four men on one Little Man - the final peak. (photo: Kevin
Bray)
I jogged easily down Jenkin Hill chatting mainly to Paul as
I hadn’t seen him for a few months. Just before the bridge
over the A.66 Jenny was waiting to check that the breakfast she
had prepared the previous morning had done its work and a few
moments later Susan and Linda appeared looking mighty relieved
and joining the now happy band for the final run in across Fitz
Park and into the market place. I hit the door of the Moot Hall
at 06.35 as hard as I could. I’d done it – and one
minute quicker than the last time!
Phew! I was very pleased, glad it was all over and delighted
I didn’t have to come back in July and attempt it again.
What a great weekend and what a great team I had helping me to
achieve this very personal goal. I had 30 people who were either
with me on the fells or supporting at the road crossings – an
incredible number and I owe each and every one of you a great
deal – thank you. As you would expect it has been Susan
who provided most support on the day, during the build up and
now during the recovery process – she receives an extra
special thank you.
Geoff Davis
Route
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photos on Elvet Striders' website courtesy of Mandy Dawson
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