And so it begins…

In 24 hours I will land in Kathmandu. 

The days, weeks and months are over and today is the day I depart on my latest and potentially greatest adventure to date. I have enjoyed months of build up, including the fundraising, the challenges, the endless trips to Cotswold outdoors, the training weekends and attempting to learn Nepalese! 

I am sitting at the departure gate looking at the airplane that will hopefully take me to Istanbul then onwards to Kathmandu. I have already endured the mild peril that goes with a trip of this nature. I found out yesterday that my return fight in December had been cancelled by the airline which resulted in a dozen frantic calls to various agents! I wouldn’t have minded but being so close to Xmas I didn’t want to be arriving home just as the crackers were being pulled! Fortunately I managed to secure an earlier flight which will mean an overnight stay in Istanbul but at least I will be headed home. 

I then found out that there will be a general transport strike on Sunday in Kathmandu pretty much putting paid to my pre-expedition night of luxury in the Backyard Hotel. No sightseeing for me, I will now be heading straight to Raleigh fieldbase from the airport! I have been promised a cup of tea on arrival so not all bad! 
I hope to try and keep a blog going whilst on expedition. Writing it up directly from my I phone is not ideal so apologies for any typos or predictive taxt gaffes! 
Thanks again to all those who’s support, love and encouragement has got me to this stage. In a multi media global context It’s a small thing that I am undertaking but I am determined to try and make a positive difference to the lives of others. It’s only through education and combined united efforts that we will save this planet and ensure future generations will survive and thrive. There are 7 billion people on this planet. Just think what we could achieve if we all worked together……

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175,000 footsteps along the Dalesway

Most smartphones now have a live tracker which lets you know how many steps you have walked in a day. While relaxing this Summer in Italy after my Dalesway adventure, I clicked on the app to reveal the statistics of my latest challenge. 175,000 that was the number of steps completed in 36 hours, starting in Bowness in Windermere and ending in Ilkley in West Yorkshire, a distance of 82 miles.

Ever since I moved to Ilkley I’ve wanted to complete this iconic long distance trail. Many times over the years I have planned and determined to set off towards the Lakes on foot. This well trodden walk is usually attempted over 5 days with overnight stops in some particularly beautiful  locations. In hindsight, the thought of ambling 20 miles a day then enjoying a respite in a boutique hotel or traditional inn with a couple of pints of local ale makes me green with envy.

I have over the years developed a knack for taking what could and should be an enjoyable experience and making it into a feat of mental and physical suffering that is only fun in retrospect! I think they call this type two fun. Of course,  I decided that the 86 miles of the Dalesaway could be undertaken in one go. I am not an ultra-runner nor a long distance walker. I do have a decent level of endurance fitness but I had never tested myself in such a way before.

It was a simple plan. I was to set off from Bowness in Windermere as early as possible and walk/run as quickly as I could back to Ilkley.  Supported along the way by Helen in our camper van I knew I had a fighting chance of succeeding.  I had a Harvey route map and had done a little research into the route which included visiting  various forums and blogs online and speaking to friends who had completed it the more traditional way. I new that due to the flooding earlier in the year there would be some diversions but I felt assured from the information available online that between my map and my iPhone navigation wouldn’t be an issue.

I wanted to travel as light-weight as possible but also recognised that I would at least need to carry a waterproof, some food, water a compass and a hat. I took my walking poles as I knew these would take some pressure off my hips and knees.  The forecast was not good, in fact it was awful, rain starting as 11:00 and ending goodness knows when. I was determined not to let this put me off, after all as a good friend often tells me whenever I complain about the rain “tha’s not made of sugar lad!”

We arrived in Bowness the night before my proposed departure and enjoyed a good nights sleep in a secluded spot just near the starting point.

As it was my intention to run as much as possible I started off in my fell shoes. I knew these to be comfortable and they would allow me to make quick progress. Waking at first light around 6:00am I grabbed my walking poles, slipped on my rucksack and slid back the door to the camper as silently as possible as Helen was still sleeping. Feeling my body waken with every stride I briskly made my way to the starting point. There is a small stone bench with a small plaque under a large tree, it marks the start of the walk.

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Setting off from Bowness…

Pausing for  a quick photo, I glanced over my shoulder and caught sight of the magnificence of Lake Windermere. I imagined how it must feel for those walking from Ilkley to Bowness to finally reach this point and to be greeted by that view. Turning back to the task in hand I set off up the hill following the designated path. Here we go I thought, through the next gate I took completely the wrong path and ended up walking 100 mts down a farm track to a dead end! not a good start, 5 minutes in and I was already lost!! Re-tracing my steps I made my way back to the gate and spied the small yellow arrow that marked the correct direction. It was hiding in the depths of an over-grown hedge. It wasn’t the first time on the journey that I would have to spend time “wummaging through the undergrowth” in a David Bellamy style looking for a way marker. I realised then that I might have to pay more attention to the route than I had been led to believe. Progress was good in the first hour and I felt my nervousness about the journey dissolve a little. Given the time of day there were very few people around save for the usual early risers, postmen and farmers.  I soon fell into a steady rhythm, walking the uphills and trotting the flats and the descents. The plan was for me to meet up with Helen around Burnside for a coffee. I reckoned this would take around 2 and 1/2  hours as it was around 10 miles away. This gave her enough time to pack up, get some breakfast and make her way to our rendezvous. At this stage the weather was good, a little overcast but not too cold. For the first 10 miles it was rolling terrain, taking in farmland, public paths and a little bit of road.

 

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Even the sheep were taking shelter

I soon skirted around Staveley and was on track to meet Helen. The one problem I encountered almost immediately was wet feet. The grass was soaked with dew and the paths were quite overgrown in places. This meant my feet were saturated very quickly. Whilst it wasn’t an immediate problem ( you get used to wet feet running on Ilkley Moor!) I knew it could be a problem later on. I had anticipated bad weather and had brought 2 spare pairs of “waterproof boots” it turns out such things doesn’t exist! So in my soggy trainers I continued at a pace, it was at around 8:00 that I felt the first spots of rain. I ignored them at first, hoping it would be a passing shower, wishful thinking. Taking my phone out to look at the forecast I quickly realised it wouldn’t be. I put on my water proof  and continued along. I won’t bang on about the rain and the cold but I will say that it didn’t stop for the next 14 hours. I was, after a time, wetter than an otter’s pocket and stayed that way all day.

A rather sketchy phone signal meant that contact with Helen was difficult. I arrived at the agreed meeting place but on ringing her found out she was still 20 minutes away. By this time it was bucketing it down. I don’t mind the rain (much) and I don’t mind the cold but standing still in the rain getting cold is little fun so we agreed that I should push on and using the find me app on the iPhone message service she would come and meet me en-route. This worked well and it was a technique we employed throughout the challenge. Seeing the van lifted my spirits and the 10 minute respite from the rain was much needed.  I sat in the van and reflected on the first few hours. My head slowly sank lower as the condensation rapidly misted up the windows. I changed my socks and put on fresh “waterproof” hiking boots. It was fairly obvious to me that given the conditions I wouldn’t be able to run at any sort of pace and that a brisk walk would be better.

“Can I get you anything?” Helen asked, I thought for a moment whilst a drip of water made its way down the top of my nose and landed in my lap. “yes” I replied ” some fresh socks and an umbrella!”

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Signposted all the way but not always easy to spot.

I set off again, still with a degree of enthusiasm. I had enjoyed the sounds of natures reveille in the first few hours but the constant rattle of raindrops on my hood had all but drowned out any other sounds.  I decided to plug into one of my favourite podcasts and enjoy a bit of 5 live “wittertainment”. We had revised our plan, Helen was going to head into Kendal to find fresh supplies (not mint cake, I can’t stand the stuff!) and meet me again at Holme Park Farm which was right next to the M6. I wasn’t sure if the Dalesway route passed  under it via a tunnel  or over it on a bridge. I hoped for the former, it might then at least provide a bit of shelter. This next stretch was around 6 miles so we reckoned a couple of hours at the most. I thought I would need something to eat by then so a sandwich was added to the shopping list.

The dry boots worked well for a while until I reached a diversion through a field, the long damp grass quickly sent water coursing down my legs and into my boots. One problem I have always found with waterproof footwear is that it often holds the water in as efficiently as it keeps it out. This is great in that it keeps your feet warm, like a wetsuit, it is bad in that your feet start to literally dissolve. I squelched along at a good pace, I had plenty of snacks, I had my audible entertainment and I had lots of water both in me and surrounding me! Enforced mobile silence continued as a lack of any signal meant Helen had no idea of my progress. I faced another detour, there were many because  the floods earlier in the year had damaged many of the bridges and paths. Some of these diversion are marked on the website http://www.dalesway.org  but some are not and it isn’t easy trying to figure out which route to take, especially when you are standing in the pouring rain and all the diversion maps,markers and signs look like a botched chromatography experiment. I had to resort in many instances to the thing men enjoy the least, asking for directions. People were only too pleased to offer assistance and I always enjoyed the look on there faces when they asked where I had come from and where I was heading. The conversation often followed the same pattern

“are you doing the Dalesway?”

“yes”

“when did you set off?”

“This morning at 6:00, from Bowness”

“where are you stopping next”

“Ilkley”

“No, I mean where next”

“Ilkley, I am doing it in one go”

“Really! is it possible?”

“I don’t know, I hope so”

“Good luck, you picked the worst day for it”

It is the last statement that got to me the most. I don’t mind poor weather, you just zip up and get on with it. That said I am a bit fed up with doing every outdoor activity in the seemingly never ending mud and rain. I don’t know if it is a blip in the jet-stream, a fluctuation in El Nino, global warming or just me getting older and grumpier. What I do know is that in the last fewer it has been getting worse. I spend a large percentage of my free time outside and you get to notice these things!

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Much as i needed a bath i wasn’t tempted!!

Back to my Dalesway; I met Helen, using the find me button on the text message service and enjoyed a hot tea and a sandwich.

 

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ready for a brew..

She said nothing for 5 minutes as I ranted about wet feet, dodgy diversions, aggressive cows and continuous rain. She just soaked it all up then pulled out a bag of fresh socks, some seal skins in fact and a big bottle of talc, perfect. We quickly rigged up a some drying lines in the van and had it  looking like the proverbial chinese laundry  but smelling like the bottom of a wheelie bin!

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Just about to cross the M6

Confident that I would now be able to keep my feet in one piece I set off again, over the M6, damn, and on towards our next meet up point Dent. Helen was going to take the van to Sedbergh, do a bit of browsing and meet me around 18:00. I knew this would be a tricky section it was a long flat drag, there was very little change in gradient as I followed the valley bottom, I would liked to have enjoyed the views of the Howgill hills but visibility was about 50 metres. Following the west coast mainline train track along a field for quarter of a mile before I finally arrived at  a footbridge where I was able to cross over. With perfect timing when I  was halfway across the Virgin express came whistling along full chat beneath me. I nearly let out a loud childlike whoop as it passed, the adrenaline it stimulated kept me buoyed for the next couple of miles.

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Temples of a by-gone era

Along much of the route I passed under, over and along  remnants of our revolutionary transport past. The Beeching cuts in the 1960’s forced the closure of many lines that you can’t help but think would be a wonderful well used resource now. What is left behind, stunning examples of victorian architectural engineering at its best. These relics of progress stand proudly in our landscapes and demonstrate man’s ability to bend even the most difficult terrain to our will.

Following the course of the River Lune I battled slowly onwards towards Dent. I was very tired hungry and wet at this point. I also had the added problem of a pain developing in my left knee. By adopting a limping gait I was able to take the pressure off it and hoped as I so often do with problems like this that it would just go away! Passing through Millthrop I reckoned I had a couple of miles to go to Dent, I passed a reading it read “Dent 3 miles” I cursed, the pain in my knee seemed to get worse in reaction to the extra mile, I tried to quicken my step but knew it would be at least an hour until I could rest.

Approaching Dent I still hadn’t made any contact with Helen. I knew this village well, having visited it many times before. Helen had not, but knowing how resourceful she is I knew she would find me. I limped into towards the public car park, it being the obvious place to look first and there I immediately spotted our van. Walking up to it I yanked at the door hoping to see Helen’s cheery face but the door stuck fast. It was locked and Helen was nowhere to be seen. Damn, I thought, what do I do now? I looked around the immediate vicinity but there was no one around. I was getting a little agitated as I knew time was against me. I just wanted to get some food, to dry off a little and change my socks. There was nothing else to do but head down the high street and look for her. I passed the Sun Inn, a man standing in the door way nodded in my direction “you look lost” he stated.

“I’m not lost but I have lost my wife” I replied and went on to quickly explain my predicament.

“I haven’t seen anyone walk by, maybe she is in here” He gestured behind him to the pub. I looked over his shoulder, through the window I could see the orange flicker of  the open log fire, the people sitting around it were all nursing pint glasses of dark ale. Worth a look I thought. One very satisfying pint later I was back in the high street making my way back to the car park. Helen popped out from around the side of the van “Oh, there you are I replied”  I often get hangry (hungry/ angry) so struggled to keep the grumpiness out of my voice. I decided I had better eat quickly. We warmed up a pan of spaghetti carbonara and I took on some energy drink.

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It barely touched the sides!

My spirits quickly lifted. Another change of socks accompanied by a liberal sprinkling of talc and I was ready for the off again. I popped in some ibuprofen to try and ease the pain in my knee and took a couple along with me in case it developed.

By this stage I had covered around 38 miles, not even half way. I knew the next section would be the toughest and longest. It was 15 miles to Oughtershaw which lies at the head of the Wharfe valley, my home valley. I felt that if I could get there then I would make it. I packed a couple of head torches as I knew I would soon be walking in the dark.

Leaving Dent I felt a degree of urgency as daylight was fading. We had reckoned on sunset at around 21:30 it was around 19:00 and already getting the light had a gloomy air. Following the River Dee I made my way through Dentdale, picking my way along paths that skirted past farm houses and the occasional campsite. At Cowgill I followed the road, passing what I knew would be the last signs of civilisation for a while. The Cow Dub pub was lit up and locals and tourists alike were filing in, I solemnly walked past. I still had the taste of beer in my mouth and craved another one. Turning away hesitantly I continued up the rapidly steepening valley.

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Passing under the Denthead viaduct

I had cycled this way a few times on the “Etape du Dales” so knew what to expect. The gradient ramped up sharply and I had to dig deep to keep up my pace. Out of the gloom and the mist loomed the Dent Head viaduct,  passing under it my thoughts turned to the next few hours and what lay ahead. I was soon to turn off onto Blea Moor. I don’t know why they didn’t just stick the “k” on the end of the name because bleak is the only way to describe it. I have mentioned, all to much, the rain and the wet conditions well Blea moor made everything else seem like a dry walk in the park. In places it was ankle deep mud and there was no avoiding it.

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No turning back, heading onto Blea Moor

In the rapidly fading light I followed Black Rake Road beleiving it would lead me to the main road where I would hopefully cross over to make my way to Cam Head and my target destination. I am still not quite sure what went wrong but I suddenly became lost. Well not exactly lost but not exactly sure where I was. I could see the main road but the path I was on wasn’t the one marked on my route. It was probably a combination of tiredness, lack of visibility and general incompetence!

I thought my best bet would be to head directly for the main road and work out where I was from there. I managed this, only by wading through knee deep bog, and found myself on a very familiar road (it runs from Hawes to Ribble head viaduct) but where exactly was I on it? I couldn’t be sure. I had no signal on my phone and no defining features around me that I could transpose onto the map. I had to choose to go left or right in the hope that I would pick up a sign or the path. I chose left, oops. I walked about half a mile until a small hump backed bridge came into view. I looked at the map and found the bridge, I should have gone right. I was now nearly a mile in the wrong direction. What to do? I could have gone back down the road and looked for the Dalesway sign in the fading light but knew this would add at least 30 minutes and gave no guarantee that I would find it. Or I could cut straight up the hill in front of me and hope that  would intersect the path higher up. I knew that if I kept my back to the road and set a compass bearing off the road I would pick up the Dalesway again. I also knew that I had about 30 minutes of light left and that I couldn’t afford to make a mistake.

Jogging up the steep slope trying to hold my compass in one hand and the map in the other I felt a wave of frustration wash over me. I tumbled over several times as I tried to make my way over one foot tall tussocks of grass whilst trying to maintain a straight course. I wouldn’t say I was at all scared but an increasing sense of panic crept up on me. No one knew exactly where I was, I had a limited amount of food and there was very little shelter. I never felt completely in danger as it wasn’t particularly cold but it would have made for an uncomfortable night if I had sprained an ankle and had to stop.

I worried most for Helen because I knew she would be concerned if i didn’t make it to Oughtershaw by the agreed time 23:00. To try and mitigate against any further errors I double checked my heading and put in place a catching feature to ensure I didn’t over shoot the path. Fortunately Cam woodlands ran parallel to the path for about 1/2 a mile and was clearly marked on the map. Even in the twilight I knew I would be able to see the trees and know where I was. Continuing at a trot and using a great deal of energy I finally made it to the top of the slope and just as the last of the light disappeared saw the trees and then the path. I needn’t have worried about missing it, as far as paths go the Dalesway in places is akin to the M1! I put my head torch on, turned left and relaxed a little.

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light fading fast

I knew there was a right fork to take on the Cam High road that would lead me along Oughtershaw Moss. I reckoned I had around 3 miles to go and the sign at the fork confirmed it. I looked at my watch 22:00 was on track for a 23:00 ETA. At this point the heavens really opened up and the wind too, fortunately it was at my back so pushed me along. Having to take a little more care in the pitch dark I followed the path which was at this point just a ribbon of quagmire. Then I suddenly hit rush-hour! Not for me, but for the dozens of frogs that now accompanied me on the path. I had to have nimble feet to avoid treading on them as they did nothing to move themselves out of the way. The route finally made its way off the damp moorland and picked up a farm track . I knew it wouldn’t be long until I could enjoy a rest. Spying  lights in the distance and believing them to be the village of Oughtershaw I quickened my pace once again. Approaching the lights I realised with despair that it was just an isolated farmhouse, Swarthghyll Farm. Looking at the map I worked out that I still had another painful mile to go. My previously quickened pace soon became a trudge. I was shattered at this point.

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Even with my head torch on I struggled to read the signs.

I had been going in tough conditions for 18 hours and I was coming to the edge. I inched my way to Oughtershaw and at 23:30 as I passed through the village I spotted the camper in a lay-by. All was quiet and dark, so I hoped it wasn’t going to be a repeat of what happened in Dent. Quietly approaching the side door I opened it and saw Helen’s head lift from sleep.

“I was worried about you ” she said. Not so worried that you fell asleep, I thought! I can’t say I blame her though, it had been a long day for both of us and she had done a fantastic job, especially having to navigate down all those unfamiliar small country lanes, in the dark in the rain. I quickly made myself something to eat and drink and took stock of my physical condition. My legs felt OK, my muscles hurt but the pain in my knee had gone, or I was just so used to it I no longer felt it. I was tired and wet but felt good to carry on. I made the wise decision to try and rest for a few hours. It was blowing a gale outside and looking at the forecast knew it wouldn’t last much longer. In fact, the forecast for the next day was dry with lots of sunshine, a real bonus. I knew I wouldn’t sleep but decided to try and lay down anyway.  Listening to the drumming of the precipitation on the metal roof and feeling the sway of the van in the wind I must have dozed. Around 03:30 I got up, as quietly as I could and began to think about making a move. I must have been going in slow motion because it was 04:15 before I slid the van door open and set off again. The few hours rest had enabled me to dry off both myself and my socks and boots. Getting going again was always going to be difficult. My joints protested as I tried to cajole them back to life. It was necessary to use my head torch for the first 30 minutes but  as I was following the road for a while I soon realised I didn’t need it. It was good to be back on familiar territory. I had cycled up and down this valley dozens of times. I knew it was around 35 miles back to Ilkley. On ,my road bike it would have taken a little over 90 minutes. Walking and jogging at the pace I was I knew it would be at least 12 painful hours before I reached Ilkley!!

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A beautiful part of the world..

My next target was Kettlewell, and I had it well in my sights as I knew I would be able to get a coffee and something to eat. We had decided that Helen should drive home, have a bath, feed the cats and find me at lunchtime in Grassington. Some friends had agreed to meet up and walk a while with me, Andrew would come with Helen to Grassington and Gavin and his family would meet me further along on the path heading into  Burnsall.

 

From Oughtershaw to Kettlwell you follow the River Wharfe, passing through Buckden and Starbotton, this section was about 15 miles. Some of it followed the road, these were the toughest sections. I was getting pressure sores on my feet from where they were constantly sliding in the mud. The hard tarmac surface seemed to exaggerate the pain and I was always grateful when the path turned again to a softer terrain. It was a fine morning and an hour into the day the sun finally burst out.

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Sunshine at last!

There was plenty of wildlife around, as well as the expected sheep and cows I saw an abundance of birds. Arriving in Kettlwell I made my way to the nearest cafe, feeling the need for coffee, a bacon buttie and a catch-up on the phone. With my breakfast order placed I tapped back into the internet and duly informed all my well wishers and supporters of my progress. It was hard  leaving the warm confines of the cafe but that walking wasn’t going to do itself and I now had a fresh deadline to meet Helen and Andrew. The next section leaving Kettlewell takes a sharp turn out of the valley bottom  up onto the ridge plateau above Swinger Scar. Leaving the road and striking off up the hill I was briefly accompanied  by some men dressed in wet-suits and diving masks. They were cavers and we teased each other about who was the more mad, me doing the Dalesway in a one-er or them disappearing underground into a dark wet, muddy cave on such a lovely day. Definitely them!  I was afforded a wonderful view of Kilnsey crag as I walked along the ridge, squinting hard I could just about make out the red jacket of a climber half way up the over-hanging pitch and the yellow one of his colleague at the bottom on belay.

Fortunately for the next few miles the wind was behind me again and I soon began the descent into Grassington. It was nearing 11:00 so was on target and was able to let Helen and Andrew know my exact position, once again using the text message feature.  This section was familiar to me as I had run it sveral times. Setting off from Grassington it forms the first few miles of the  annual Wharfedale marathon. This time I was doing it in reverse and on anything but fresh legs! Coming into Grassington I had mixed feelings. I knew I only had 20 odd miles to go but having done them all on my own so far I wasn’t sure how i felt about walking with someone else. Approaching the van and seeing Andrew eager and ready I knew immediately that it would be a good thing. I hesitantly changed into some heavier but hopefully more comfortable boots, not knowing if they would  ease or exacerbate the pain that was creeping up my shins.

I hastily devoured the pork pie that Andrew had kindly brought with him and together we set off. He was the ideal walking companion at that stage, happy to walk at my pace and happy to listen for the first hour to my incessant grumbles about bad weather and wet boots. We made good progress and within an hour had moved some distance from Grassington en-route to Burnsall. Here we were met by Gavin and his family. The walk soon took on the form of a family outing as Gavin and Carol’s two young daughters Elise and Emma marched along side us. This distraction was just what I needed to take my mind off the pain in my legs and shins. Munching on a bag of cherries the girls had brought along we made our way towards Burnsall and the Red Lion pub. Knocking back a pint, sitting in the sun on the banks of the river I could have passed for one of the multitude of day trippers that surrounded me. I hoped that the uplift from the beer and the rest would power me onwards to the finish.

From here Gavin, Carol and their girls took their leave and Andrew and I continued on, past Appletreewick and towards Bolton Abbey where he had left his car. The route from Grassington onwards was choked with people and made quite a contrast to the isolation I had both endured and enjoyed the previous evening on Gayle moor. The route finding also required no effort as it was very well marked in the Wharfe valley, in contrast to the poor signage on the first half of the walk! Making our way through the Devonshire Estate that is Bolton Abbey I really began to falter. Each step became increasingly painful, bizarrely it was going down hill that hurt the most and I had to adopt an old man,  crab-like gait to descend even the most modest of inclines. I rejoiced when I saw an uphill as that gave me no pain at all!  battling on to the Cavendish cafe  I suggested Andrew go on without me. I knew he had family visiting and was already late. Like an injured soldier I urged him to leave me behind and to go on with out me. He replied simply with three comforting words “Don’t be daft”.

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No time to sit down and relax…

Arriving at the Devonshire I met up with Helen again. She had parked next to Andrew’s car in a small lay-by. As soon as we had said our goodbyes and he had gone I climbed into the back of the van and pretty much physically and emotionally collapsed. It was around 15:00 and I knew I only had 6 miles to go (on a good day I would run this in 45 minutes) but this wasn’t a good day and I was in agony. Every step felt like I was alternately putting my legs into a bucket of lava then ice. Helen at that point took control, she removed my backpack, sorted out some medication and told me she was going to walk to the finish with me. I set off again, feeling the acute pain with every step. Somehow, with much cajoling, complaining and cramping we made our way towards Ilkley and the finish line. Helen was busy on her phone at times updating family and friends on my progress and I knew that some people were waiting to cheer me home.

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What a sight, Ilkley Moor

I finally believed I would make it as I passed through the village of Addingham and spotted Ilkley Moor.
Digging deeper than I have ever done before, I pushed myself through the last couple of miles. With 500 mts to go some friends met us and together we walked along the river side to the end. I would like to say I felt elated at completing it but I didn’t. I was so exhausted I didn’t really feel anything. I sat on the stone bench that marks the start/finish point, posed for a couple of photographs and removed my boots.

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I made it!

 

I was completely done-in and wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep. After a while I managed to walk in my socks to the Ilkley moor vaults. Three pints later I felt revived and as I made my way home in the car allowed myself a little smile of satisfaction. Blimey, I thought, I made it.

81.4miles

24 hours of moving time

5 pints.

THE END

 

I undertook this challenge in part to test myself and in part to raise funds and awareness for Raleigh international. More details can be found at my just giving site:

http://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/Tim-Brayshaw-Raleigh-Nepal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Snowy Snowdon via the backdoor

I’m starting to learn that if you don’t write up your adventures as soon as you’ve done them weeks and months can pass before you get around to it. I have a list of excuses as long as some of my challenges as to why I haven’t put fingers to keyboard, most of them very weak! So, no more procrastinating, I’m going to catch up and write up some of the things I’ve attempted in the past few months…..

A rare window of opportunity opened up over the Easter period ( I told you it has been a while since I last wrote one of these!) It afforded us a chance to head back to Wales and attempt a Summit of Snowdon via a route we had never taken. We also surmised that the chosen path would be less populated and therefore more enjoyable. Given that there was quite a covering of snow above 700mts we also knew there was an element of the unknown.

We parked in a quiet lay-by at the bottom of the valley  near Nant Gwynant. We took stock of our equipment and provisions for the day ahead, taking care to ensure everything went into the rucksacks.  The forecast was for strong winds but no rain. We could see that the visibility towards the summit would be limited. Bearing this in mind we packed extra clothing, extra food and water. I generally go overboard with the amount of kit I carry on trips like this and although it sounds cliched  I would always rather have too much than too little. This is what I carried in my 20 litre Osprey rucksack:

First aid kit (including painkillers, sun cream, energy gels and insect repellent)

Survival Blanket

Emergency shelter for 2

Compass

Map

Headtorch x 2

Spare clothing (waterproof jacket, trousers, hat and gloves) in separate dry sac.

Ice/snow over-boot grippers

Camera

Monocular

Leatherman multi-knife

Food (Sandwiches, flap-jack, apples) and most importantly a flask of coffee…..

Water, 2 litres

Mobile phone

Jelly Babies…

This is the minimum I would carry on a day in the mountains and can’t think of any item  I would leave behind. I am happy to carry the weight in the knowledge that I would;              (a) be prepared for most situations, in particular getting lost or dealing with an adverse change in the weather and (b) if I did need rescuing I wouldn’t be the idiot who had headed out in flip-flops with just a can of coke, a mars bar and only a vague idea of where I was going! With all these items duly packed we grabbed our poles (another item I wouldn’t now want to be without) and set off up the Watkin Path.IMG_0749

Named after Sir Edward Watkin, a Liberal MP and railway entrepreneur who retired to a chalet in Cwm Llan, this path snakes its way from the bottom of the valley to the very top of Snowdon.   The initial section is easy going, you meander through woods, passing lots of long-since abandoned relics of industry and mine workings. The path established in 1892 by Sir Watkin was the first designated footpath in Britain and was opened by 83 year old Prime Minister William Gladstone. On the day of the opening he had made his way some distance up the path to a large rock from where he delivered his address to some 2,000 onlookers.

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The only audience we could muster as we passed Gladstone Rock as it is now known were a couple of ragged looking sheep and noisy crow. I wasn’t moved to address them but as the temperature was dropping we were moved to continue up the path. Given that the trail starts at virtually sea-level it is regarded as one of the more difficult routes to the top of Snowdon. Being over 8 miles in distance and 1,015 mts in ascent it is little surprise that is graded as a hard mountain walk.
 

IMG_0767Continuing up the path the views become ever more impressive. At Bwlch Ciliau we followed the route to the left. From the ridge you can see right down into the basin of Snowdon horseshoe. At the bottom of the basin we could just make out LLyn Glaslyn Lake and the intersection of two of the more popular routes, the Miners and  the Pyg tracks.

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IMG_0786It was at this point the weather began to change, the wind picked up, the temperature dropped and the visibility became limited. We also faced the added difficulty of snow underfoot. Fortunately, the snow was not deep and the path was still discernible. Pausing for a coffee and a snack we drew breath and marvelled at the landscape surrounding us. The shifting patterns in the snow were mesmerising and, the tantalising far-reaching views were quickly snatched away by passing clouds. The over whelming grandeur and magnificence of the mountains was making the effort all worthwhile. Apologies for sounding a little romantic about it but when you are in the moment you can be awed at the bleak beauty of it all; it must be why we make the effort to do it. Unless you have experienced it I would suppose it is difficult to understand but it moves me in a way that nothing else does. Crikey, I will be writing poetry next!

From this point the path rises steeply. When not covered in snow it can be loose and requires care, when covered it requires a different kind of attention. Taking the lead I took my time continually looking up the mountain to ensure we were on the correct path. There are cairns marking the way but in the limited visibility and the white conditions they were often tricky to spot. Helen followed using her poles to test the snow and to help steady herself on some of the trickier sections. We had brought some over-boot ice/snow grips but given the dryness of the snow and the steady nature of the ascent we felt they would be more of a hinderance than a help. We set our sights on the next cairn and continued to plod our way up the slope to the point where it joined the Rhyd Dhu path.

The view was limited due to the whiteness of the snow immediately beneath us and the cloud we found ourselves sitting in above and around us. Turning right towards the summit we were quite quickly aware of the presence of other walkers. During our entire ascent we had not seen another soul, suddenly near the summit we surrounded by a multitude of ascenders who had in the main come up via the more accessible Pyg Track.

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The train shed

Making our way up the ice covered steps to the summit proper we paused only briefly for a selfie before seeking some shelter in a quiet spot to eat our much needed lunch.

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Obligatory selfie!

Whilst enjoying our sandwiches we noted more and more people were making there way to the top. My desire for isolation and solitude overwhelmed me so we quickly packed up and made our way back down the path. Once again we headed towards the junction of the two paths,  this time continuing along the Rhyd Dhu path which whilst a little more circuitous was less steep and easier underfoot. As this is a more popular path the snow had been worn smooth and in some places we noted it was icy. We made the sensible decision to use the ice grips we had been carrying. It was with relief that we dropped out of the cloud line, the view which greeted us stopped us in our tracks.

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Dropping out of the cloud line.

Taking time to enjoy the view is something I have had to consciously discipline myself to do. All too often when engaged in physical exertions either on bike or foot I have been guilty of dropping my head and only concentrating on the 10 metres in front of me. With the beauty of Wales and the views to the coast, the sea and beyond laid out in front of us it was not a day to be rushed and we were determined to make the most of it.

 

 

 

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Heading down in the sunshine.

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Aaaah, tea.

Having removed our ice grips we continued down the trail which linked back up with the Watkin path. Re-tracing familiar ground enabled us to quicken our pace and before long we were back at the camper van. With kettle on, boots off and summit bagged we reflected on a great walk full of adventure which allowed us to stretch ourselves physically and stimulate our senses fully.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A canalside mudfest! – Leeds- Liverpool by bike

After the sheer exhaustion I experienced following my Everest climbing wall challenge (see previous post), I knew that the next challenge would also be difficult, but little did I realise just how tough it would prove to be!

Having grown up alongside the Leeds to Liverpool canal, it seemed an obvious choice to cycle the length of it. There were other incentives to giving it a go; 2016 is the 200th anniversary of the completion of its construction and, at 127 miles, it is also the longest canal in the UK.

FullSizeRenderI regularly cycle this kind of distance on a road bike, so given that the route is relatively flat, I initially thought it would just be a fun day spinning out and enjoying the sights. Hmmmm… things didn’t quite work out like that.

Fortunately, I have some friends who have cycled all over the UK and Europe with me who I persuaded to accompany/suffer with me. In the days and weeks leading up to the ride there was much discussion and research about the best type of bike to ride and the best tyres for the job. Unfortunately, ask five cyclists for their opinion on bike set-up and you will get five different answers!

The problem was we had little idea of what the terrain might be like. We knew there would be some muddy paths, some lengths of gravel and various grass sections (on the day we found out there would also be cobbles, slabs, tarmac, puddles, puddles and more puddles!) Road bikes were out of the question, so we turned our discussions towards our mountain bikes. Our regular rides on the moors and in the Dales require big fat knobbly tyres to grip the mud and grass. The downside to these is they are slow on anything other than quagmire. We had our sights set on the current Leeds to Liverpool record of 9 hours and 20 minutes, so riding our knobbliest tyres would mean losing speed on the potentially flat, well-paved sections. What we didn’t realise is that these sections are very much in the minority, and huge lengths of the route are made up of leg-sapping, wheel-spinning, slimy puddle-strewn mud! Our consensus to ride with semi-slick tyres on hard-tail mountain bikes was a mistake. Actually, it wasn’t quite a consensus as one of our group managed to rig together a cyclo-cross bike. It was a bit old school, built up from various bits left around his garage but the larger wheels with skinnier grippier tyres worked well and all day he had a distinct advantage.

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The start line

The ride starts from the head of the canal tucked away in the middle of an inner-city housing estate called Eldonian Village in central Liverpool. To get there we caught the 6:02am train from Ilkley to Leeds then jumped on the train to Liverpool arriving at 8:08. We had planned to be back in Leeds in the early evening as the forecast for the day was not too bad, rain in the morning but sunshine for the rest of the day. It took a bit of time and a couple of wrong turns to find the starting point but by 8:42am we were on our way. The rain started almost immediately but the towpath was fast and the weather meant there were very few people around to impede us. For the first hour we were very much in an industrial landscape. The volume of rubbish both in and around the canal surprised us, not only on this section but along the whole of the canal. In stark contrast to this the number of birds and waterfowl we encountered also took us by surprise. Within 20 minutes I had seen more swans, geese, moorhens, seagull, cormorants and ducks, than I had in the past year.

The rain continued to hammer down as the terrain changed. Very suddenly we went from a built up area with fast hard well drained paths to open countryside with very wet, very muddy paths that were only just rideable. We had all put mud guards on our bikes as we knew from experience that riding all day behind someones back wheel would leave you covered. This works fine on a road bike but not so well on a mountain bike with semi-slick tyres. My mudguard performed like a hippopotamuses tail spraying me liberally with the sticky smelly mud that made up the towpath! After 2 hours we were exhausted and knew it would be a long day. Just like the kilometre markers on the great Cols of Europe the canal has mile markers. These occur at  fairly regular intervals shows the distance you have travelled from Liverpool and how far you have to go to Leeds. They ticked by painfully slowly and although we were all putting in maximum effort and expending huge amounts of energy we weren’t going anywhere fast. The notion of beating the record was dispelled in about 45 minutes. After 3 hours we wondered if we were even going to finish at all!

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One of the 91 locks on the canal

Another issue with riding on the towpath that we had anticipated but not fully appreciated its that it is so narrow you can’t ride side by side, you also can’t look round or easily talk to anyone for fear of falling off. It is also so muddy and wet you can’t draft anybody so the pedalling is relentless a bit like sitting on a turbo trainer mounted on sticky grease for hour after hour! Nevertheless we got our heads down and tapped away as best we could. The rain did stop as forecast around mid-day this meant that  for some sections we were able to relax a little and enjoy the scenery. The sheer scale of the canal is mind-blowing and to think that it was all dug by hand is almost beyond comprehension. A by-product of cutting a canal through the landscape is that you bi-sect an awful lot of roads. This meant that a huge number of bridges had to be built. They had an ingenious design which meant that if the towpath crossed to the other side the tow-horses could walk over without being detached from the rope. The bridges were fantastic to look at but not so great to ride under. It wasn’t so much the height of the bridge that caused the problem, although you did have to duck quite low at times, as the cobbles that made up the path section below the bridges. These slippery cobbles were potentially lethal and on a number of occasions caught us out. It was only good luck and slick handling skills that prevented at least one of us from ending up  in the canal!

We had aimed to continue riding 64 miles to the half way point before stopping for lunch but 55 miles in and our energy gauges were flashing on empty. We spotted a boatyard cafe and with great relief had a break. Covered in mud and panting like race horses we must have looked an odd site but the ladies behind the counter could see we were tired and hungry so quickly went about making us comfortable. The restorative powers of a glass of coke, a fish finger sandwich and a pot of tea could easily be labelled as a miracle. We stopped for around 30 minutes, grumbling between mouthfulls of food about how much tougher it was than we had expected. It was 14:00 when we somewhat reluctantly departed and pulling on sodden gloves and damp helmets we set off once again. My colleagues set off at quite a pace, I set off and nearly fell off, i had a puncture. Why does it always happen when you stop! I suppose up until then we had been lucky to have avoided them especially as we had all noticed how many thorns there were lying around. The one that had pierced my tyre wall was nearly an inch long. It was so impressive I felt I ought to keep it and perhaps wear it around my neck like people do with shark’s teeth! Wheel back on and we were rolling again heading towards Wigan. We climbed steadily following up hill the series of 10 locks. Some of these locks were drained for maintenance work. It is peculiar to see them without water in them, they look ugly, almost desolate in comparison with the serenity and tranquility the full ones exude. These sections were quicker under tyre but our progress was slowed by increasing volumes of human activity. We had expected dog walkers although I do think there were fewer than I had anticipated. On the whole they responded well to us, we called or whistled  to alert them to our presence, our bells were so muddied they often didn’t work. Throughout the journey we remained polite and courteous to everyone else using the canal and on the whole received a nod or a thank you in return. I had also thought dog mess would be a problem but apart from in a couple of very muddy sections around Burnley there was very little, i presume the mud makes it more difficult to pick up?

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Better conditions but light fading fast.

As the daylight started to fade we began to realise that if we were to complete the ride we were going to need to use our lights for a lot longer than we had expected to. Would the batteries last? possibly if we used them on the lowest setting. We had loosely arranged to meet another rider who, unable to ride the full length with us, was going to set off from Silsden and ride towards us. What he hadn’t realised and we had failed to convey to him was the speed we were doing. We had optimistically suggested we would meet him around 4:00 in Gargrave, well when we finally made contact at that time we were still 18 miles away. He continued to cycle toward us and at around 5:30pm 4 riders became 5. This section was perhaps the toughest. It was very sticky mud with virtually no traction, it was dark and getting colder. We then had a number of punctures in quick succession. As a cyclist you expect punctures, sometimes you even welcome them for the rest they afford you. Standing next to a freezing canal with no sign of human life, with your cold numb fingers covered in stinking mud trying to find the latest thorn you resent them and the person who had one! Only kidding, you just get on with it knowing that that is all you can do. Tired, hungry and utterly fed up we limped into the next village, Gargrave. Here we saw 3 words that warmed us to our core Fish and Chips!

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A very welcome sight!

whilst wolfing down our fish butties we had some frank words about our situation. We were low on inner tubes, we were low on light batteries and we were running out of time. The decision in my mind as to wether or not to carry on was never in doubt but i didn’t want anyone else to feel obliged to continue. It wasn’t quite like a scene from Band of Brothers but I certainly felt grateful to my friends as we all agreed to see it through no matter how long it took us. We had around 30 miles to go, it was 19:30 and our last train home left Leeds at 23:15, plenty of time!

With our fuel tanks full we tried to take advantage of our restored energy levels and push on a bit quicker. Our minds and bodies were willing but the terrain once again meant we weren’t able to. I think it is because of the frustration i felt that my concentration lapsed and for the first time that day I came off my bike. I landed quite heavily against a dry stone wall, not a particularly soft landing but it was either that or the canal! my wrists took much of the impact but fortunately there was a bit of give in the wall so I was fine. I jumped back on the bike perhaps a little too soon because within 500 metres I was down again, this time I fell down quite a deep ditch and struck my right knee on a rock. With the adrenaline still coursing through me I once again mounted my bike and carried on. It was only when approaching Skipton that I realised I had hurt myself a little more seriously than I had originally thought. I have had plenty of whacks on my knees, it is an injury that all cyclists and sportsmen encounter. I therefore knew that if i kept cycling it might be ok but if I stopped it would swell up and make riding impossible. We paused to assess the damage, this allowed me to get a couple of ibuprofen inside me which i needed for the pain as much as the swelling. I decided I had  to carry on.

We sped from Skipton to Kildwick, we had been forced to use the road for a section as there was maintenance work taking place on the towpath. I had been fine spinning at speed but I couldn’t put much pressure through my right pedal. I dreaded getting back onto the towpath as I knew that another fall would mean a lot of pain and the end of my ride. Just as we left the road we had another puncture. I couldn’t stop to wait for it to be repaired so I took the decision to carry on at a steady pace. We split the group into to with another rider coming with me. We knew once we reached Riddlesden the towpath was in good condition all the way to Leeds, so this became our first objective. We wanted to make sufficient progress to get to Leeds in good time but didn’t want to go so fast that the others wouldn’t catch us. We reached the quicker section and with that relief picked up the pace, stopping once or twice for a breather and to allow the others to catch up. There was no sight of them. A slightly longer break came when we ran out of liquids, I knew there was a small supermarket 50 metres off the towpath we decided one of us should go and stock up whilst the other maintain a canal side vigil for the chasing group.  I have never felt so alien as when I walked into that supermarket. Teenagers swore and giggled, mum’s grabbed there kids and the shop staffed stared unhappily as I dripped mud from the chilled drinks cabinet to the till. I caught sight of myself in the curved security mirror.

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it’s supposed to be good for the skin!

 

Blimey what a mess! With our water bottles topped up, text messages sent to the chasing group we set off once again. We passed a distance marker, 17 miles to Leeds. We passed quickly through Bingley and it’s Five Rise Locks, through the canyon formed by the building walls of Salts Mill and back into the countryside that makes up the land between Bradford and Leeds. We reached Apperley bridge just 3 miles to go and 45 minutes before our train!

A grin of delight forming as we realised we were going to make it. Then suddenly out of the darkness loomed an enormous security fence with a large sign on it TOWPATH CLOSED. Due to the recent flooding in that area the towpath had largely been washed away. We quickly dug out our phones to look for alternative routes, we were in the bottom of a valley and the only way to get to leeds would be to climb one of these hills and follow the main road in. Whilst deliberating we spotted the flashing lights of the pursuing peleton. Except it wasn’t quite a peleton as there were only 2 of them they had failed to fix the puncture so had to phone for a lift home. Whilst discussing our options we heard the familiar hiss of another puncture! Psssssstttttt……….Aaarghhh!!!

Well , that pretty well made our decision for us. The nearest station was Guiseley some 4 miles away and there was a train in 30 minutes. With the pain in my knee increasing and the swelling getting worse I set off once again on my own. Within 10 minutes I had pulled up outside the Station pub.

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I’ll wash it tomorrow!

Four pints were quickly ordered and  even more quickly drunk. We then jumped on the last train to Ilkley and I made it home just as the clock struck midnight. I was antithesis of Cinderella coming back from the ball! cold, muddy, tired and in pain I limped home. Stripping out of my clothing on my back doorstep I reflected briefly on the day. It had been a long one, it had been far far tougher than I had imagined. We had made errors in bike and tyre choice which had massively affected our ability to ride at our best. This left me with only one conclusion, I had to have another go! I will wait until the summer, get the right bike set up and see if I can better the 9 hours 20 minute ride time.

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It’s obvious which were the fast and slow sections!

Distance: 127 miles

Ride Time: 10 hours 38 mins 51 second

Total Time:13 hours 40 mins

Elevation: 430 m

Punctures: 12

Locks: 91

Raleigh International, Nepal and earthquakes

On 23rd September 2016 I will be embarking on an exciting adventure. As a volunteer project manager for Raleigh International I will be working for 13 weeks in some of the most hard hit areas devastated by earthquake in Nepal. Raleigh International are one of a handful of NGO’s working with the Nepali government to help re-build communities destroyed by last April’s natural disaster.

 

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What will I be doing on expedition in Nepal?

The expedition will primarily focus on supporting reconstruction efforts in rebuilding housing and rehabilitating water systems in the Gorkha district. Working with local communities and local government, we will target the communities that have been most affected by the earthquake.

Unlike other Raleigh expeditions, there will not be the chance to work on an environment project on our first expeditions. We will still be doing the adventure phase. This is likely to be for two weeks and take place at the beginning of the expedition.

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Here is a little more information about what I will be doing and why:

 

Expedition FAQs

1. Project Location

Where in Nepal will Raleigh be working?

The projects will be based in the districts of Gorkha and Makwanpur. Gorkha is a northern district of Nepal near the Chinese border. Makwanpur is in central Nepal, south-west of Kathmandu. Volunteers will do their training in Gaindakot in the Nawalparasi district; this is south of Kathmandu. Our in-country headquarters is in Kathmandu.

Were these two districts affected by the earthquake?

Both areas were affected at varying levels by the earthquakes which occurred in April and May this year. Raleigh will support young people and rural communities in Gorkha and Makwanpur to recover from the disaster and build resilience for the challenges to come.

Gorkha was one of the closest districts to the epicentre of the earthquakes; many of the region’s homes and livelihoods were destroyed or damaged. Vital services such as schools and hospitals have now been reconstructed.

Why we are going to Nepal so soon after the earthquake?

Raleigh has had a team of staff in Nepal since January 2015. Following the devastating earthquakes, we have been working with the Nepali government to understand where our work can have most impact.

Raleigh is one of a very small number of volunteer organisations who have a general agreement signed with the Nepali government. That means we’re officially registered to work in the country and have the government’s support.

Young people are critical to the rebuilding of the communities impacted by the earthquake. After the initial response to the safety of the individuals affected by the disaster, the Nepali government has embarked on a reconstruction plan for the worst affected areas. This includes efforts to rebuild the homes, schools, roads, water systems and infrastructure alongside efforts to support people in getting their lives back to normal through business growth and development. The reconstruction work may take decades and young people need to be at the heart of this process to create a stronger more resilient society.

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2. Safety

Is there a risk of another earthquake?

Nepal lies on a fault line which means that, as with a number of other global destinations, there is a risk of earthquake. Our Country Office and training centre have been selected as they are in locations that were in areas not significantly affected by the recent earthquakes.

The essence of our project work is to help and support those affected by the recent incidents. We mitigate risks by ensuring that we work closely with project partners and international warning systems that monitor seismic activity. This is in line with our Crisis Management Plan, comprehensive risk assessments and casualty evacuation documents that are in place for all project locations.

There is a risk of earthquakes – and other natural disasters – in a number of the countries that Raleigh already works in. Raleigh is experienced in assessing such risks and developing appropriate plans to protect our people.

Is expedition safe?

Safety is at the heart of everything we do. You will receive full safety training during your induction and our head office provides 24 hour emergency cover and support for each expedition. We focus on preventing accidents, but sometimes accidents do still occasionally happen. For this reason we have a robust Crisis Management Plan, comprehensive risk assessments and casualty evacuation and emergency plans for every project site in place, covering all eventualities from natural disasters and political instability to individual incidents.

  •   Qualified Staff: Every expedition is supported by a qualified doctor or nurse and all of our Volunteer Managers are first aid trained with specific in country training on what they are likely to encounter. We have an experienced permanent staff team based in Nepal who have a wealth of experience managing our programmes.
  •   Equipment: We provide all the required safety equipment for you to be able to safely conduct all activities required to make the most out of your expedition. This also includes communications equipment so that you can remain in touch with Fieldbase throughout your time on expedition.
  •   Advice: We consult with the Foreign and Commonwealth Office regularly and have good relationships with the British Authorities, Government ministries and agents in each country who will give us early warning of any potential problems. Local medical services, emergency services and the military are also on hand to help if needs be.If there was a significant incident that did affect our programme, we would address it accordingly. That may mean removing a group from their project site, having to end the placement early or in the worst case carry out an emergency evacuation.Any decision would be made with our local partners, the Nepal country team and our safety team here in the UK. This decision would be supported by local Embassies and local emergency services.

 

What training will I receive?

Volunteer Managers and Venturers undertake training both in the UK and in Nepal. This involves safety briefings, risk assessment, casualty evacuation; and training in the correct and safe use of: tools, camping equipment and safety equipment. If you are unable to attend a UK training event, we are able to send you all the information via e-mail. However, we highly recommend that all volunteers attend.

What happens if there is an emergency?

Before every expedition we carry out a full risk assessment of each project site. Our volunteers also do their own risk assessment when they arrive, which encourages a vigilant attitude towards safety within the group. As well as this we have comprehensive emergency and evacuation plans in place for every project site and our Volunteer Managers visit and assess the local medical facilities. If any individual has to return home we also have services in place to assist this.

We have a comprehensive medical and personal accident insurance policy, offering the best medical care available and a repatriation service where necessary.

Will I be able to use my mobile phone?

During your phases you will not have access to your mobile phone. This is because we want you to be fully engaged with your project and life on expedition. You will be asked to leave your mobile phone with an in-country member of staff before you depart for your phase. If you would like to use your mobile phone as a camera, you will be asked to remove the sim card from the phone. You will, however, have access to your mobile phone during your induction, changeovers and Endex/ Wash-Up.

 

What is Raleigh’s overall focus in Nepal?

Raleigh Nepal will be working on three main programme areas: Water, Sanitation and Hygiene (WASH), Community Resilience and Youth Leadership.

Groups that are working on the WASH programme will be working with local communities to:

  •   Identify their key WASH priorities
  •   Rehabilitate water systems and sanitation facilities
  •   Supporting the establishment of water-user groups and raise awareness about WASH-related issues
    The Community Resilience programming will have 3 main components:

    •   Improving housing in communities affected by the earthquake
    •   Supporting communities to implement practices which will reduce their vulnerabilityto climate change
    •   Supporting young people and women to develop livelihoods through entrepreneurtraining and small business development Youth Leadership will be focused on:
  •   Building the confidence, skills and knowledge of young people to be active global citizens.
  •   Encouraging them to learn about themselves as a person and fulfil their true potential Where will I be living?We focus our work in rural communities. Depending on the community and project type, you may be staying with a local family in their home, sleeping in a community building, such as a school or hall or camping.
    Living conditions will be basic and will reflect the conditions in which the local people live. There may not be access to electricity, flushing toilets or showers.

So it won’t be a holiday! I will be raising funds for Raleigh to help with their efforts. Please see my 24 twenty four hour challenges!