Day two of the 2016 Rogue Runners trip, or day one for me as
I joined today due to family commitmentse.
I was awake at 04:30, so got up & had a drink, sorted
myself out & at 05:30 my running mate Duncan appeared from Eastbourne – a
VERY early start for him. We motored due north until we hit the M40 & took
that as far as Banbury where Reg’s excellent cafe is located – except that on a
Saturday it doesn’t open until 08:00, so no breakfast for us.
We refuelled & had a coffee & headed for Birmingham,
skirting the outskirts on the M42, until we dived onto the smaller roads just
before the M6 toll. We were heading for the Peak District & found a few
very nice roads & eventually stopped in the small, stone built town of
Longnor, blased with a small town square completely full of hiking types &
no fewer than three cafés. We went into the smallest of these & had a truly
excellent breakfast & coffee for £5, & later we'd discover that the reast of the group, travelling to a different destination, on a different route, the day before, had stopped & breakfasted at the SAME small café! Spooky. Then we headed off for Buxton – where
it all went wrong.
Well, not wrong as such, we did have a remarkable piece of
luck on a lovely sweeping A road when we got stuck behind a farmer type on a
quad (complete with sheepdog standing on the back) doing 20, I could’ve
overtaken but Duncan was a car or two back & it would’ve been a bit risky,
so I waited & round the very next bend was a camera van. Oh how I rejoiced.
After that we had to pass between Manchester & I’s
neighbours, undoubtedly the worst part of the day. We had only just past a
speed camera (mostly painted matt green) when the SatNav would “bong” for the
next one. There were 30 limits everywhere even out in the sticks – until we
passed the sign for Lancashire, when the cameras stopped, the speed limits rose
& the roads got curvy, but the rain started. In fact it pelted down, after
a while we found a railway bridge to shelter beneath while we erected the soft
tops, but it didn’t really get dry until we reached Scotland.
Lancashire gave way to North Yorkshire & the roads got
better, but the weather got worse, until at last we hit the M6 just about at
Tebay services, where we had another drink stop, bought some presents to take
back & avoided filling up with petrol.
From there it was just motorway, probably a good thing as
we’d been travelling for ten hours by then. Shortly after that we were passed
by another two of the Rogue Runners pack, but we didn’t try to keep up &
eventually arrived at Dumfries, topped up the tanks & went to find the
hotel. Which is when I found that I’d written the route on the SatNavs by
starting with “Home” & ending at “Dumfries”, intending to go back & put
in the hotel Post code later – guess what, I didn’t – oh how we laughed. Fortunately
my running mate had a new-fangled phone with internet & was able to get us
to our destination, we weren’t even close.
So we met up with the rest of the crew & exchanged
stories, turns out I was probably fortunate in missing day one as it tipped
with rain, the roads were either deep with water or loose chippings which got everywhere, even into one of the
driver’s bra – don’t ask Linda about the boulders in her bra – she’s now heard all the possible jokes. One of the
runners had overheating problems, then broke a drive shaft, got relayed home,
picked up the tin-top & arrived back at 22:00. That’s dedication
that is.
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