Thursday 27 August - Baddesley Clinton, Coventry Charterhouse and Coventry Cathedral

Weather: Wet!

When I'd started thinking about this trip, only a few days in advance, the weather forecast had been pretty good, with just a few showery periods over the course of several days. By the time we came to leave home, there were weather warning out for thunderstorms and flooding on Wednesday and Thursday. 

Whilst it did rain on Wednesday evening, there was nothing extreme and we didn't get a storm. On Thursday it started raining early, and the forecast said it was only going to get heavier, with no let-up until early afternoon.

We thus opted against an early start and it was gone 10.30 before we made moves to head the 2 miles back the way we'd come, to the National Trust property of Baddesley Clinton. 

Greeted by the same chap who had greeted us at Packwood House the day before, we opted for a time-slot for visiting the house over an hour hence, to give us time to start our day in the cafe, giving the rain time to ease off. 

Alas, when we reached the till to order our brunches, after a lengthy wait, it was to be told that brunch service finished at 11am (surely, by definition, brunch should last at least until lunch time?), and it was now five past. We settled for scones, in which neither of us was disappointed. 

Rain jackets went back on for the walk over to the house - a striking place - and we managed a circuit of the moat before heading inside, but neither of us had any enthusiasm for wandering outside any longer. Neither Packwood House (yesterday) nor Baddesley Clinton were offering guided tours, but the volunteers present in each room at Baddesley were far more forthcoming than those at Packwood had been, so we gleaned more information about this property, and delivered in a far more entertaining way than by me reading out the first couple of pages of the written guide in each room. 

Emerging back out into the rain some while later, it was clear that the day was not going to pan our how I had imagined. There was not going to be a couple of hours of wandering the grounds in the sunshine. What to do: give up and go home, returning to finish the trip when the weather was better, or cram two properties into one day, conceding that we were going to miss out on the grounds of both. We retired to Erica for lunch to consider.

It was 2pm as we left Baddesley Clinton for the half-hour drive to Coventry Charterhouse, giving us a maximum of 2 hours at the property, which seemed like it would be plenty if we were going to be inside only. It turned out that 2 hours was enough to visit the property, have a cup of tea in the cafe, browse the bookshop, walk the mile into Coventry to see the cathedrals and walk back again. There's not a lot to the Charterhouse - the rooms are mainly bare, with downstairs housing a text-only exhibit about the history of the building and upstairs housing two rooms with 500+ year old wall paintings. The latter were the main event, and were worth seeing. In fact, the whole place was worth seeing in my opinion, but it wouldn't have been worth a special trip from any distance. 

The other activity I'd had planned for Coventry (pencilled in for day 4 of this intended 5-day trip) was the Herbert museum. There was no time to cram that in (it was closing as we walked past on our way to the cathedral) but it was definitely in the 'whilst we're there we may as well' category, rather than being a reason for the trip. 

So, after two days we'd visited the places I'd intended to spread over three, albeit at the cost of not wandering the outdoor spaces. With the rain forecast to continue, and having failed to find any indoor accommodation meeting my quality/price requirements, we thus headed home. 

Thursday evening saw some extreme weather. The rain was monsoonal, and I don't think I've ever seen so much lightning in the UK, with barely a few seconds between flashes and a constant rumble of thunder. Friday morning was slightly different with only a few massive flashes and some huge bangs, with the storm directly overhead. Our lawn has transformed from crisp and brown to green in the space of a few days. 

(As for getting value for money out of our membership, in one week we've achieved £90-worth of entry fees. I've got two more properties pencilled in for next week, weather permitting.)

The house entrance at Baddesley Clinton. The moat was a later addition and was never a defensive feature.

Looking across the moat into the courtyard.

Coventry Charterhouse. Didn't think to take a photo of one of the upstairs painted walls, although I'm sure there are images available on the internet.

The old cathedral at Coventry was extensively damaged during the war, yet the tower escaped almost unscathed.

The altar, at the opposite end. An information board told us that the cathedral continued to hold services, down in the crypt, for some years after the main building was so badly damaged, making it the smallest cathedral in the UK during that period. 

The last time I visited Coventry was in the 1990s, at which time I wasn't at all taken by the design of the new cathedral. I don't mind it so much now. Unfortunately, we couldn't nip inside this time as it closes to non-worshipping visitors at 4pm.
 

  

Wednesday 26 August - Packwood House

Where's Erica? She's on a small (14-pitch) campsite on a Christmas Tree farm (Santa's Field) near Chadwick End (postal address Solihull, but it doesn't look that close on the map), at a cost of £15. Electricity is available for an extra £5.

Weather: hot and humid with a weather warning for thunderstorms and lots of bubbly clouds developing as the afternoon has gone on.  

I joined the National Trust this week, having last been a member some 20 years ago, and in keeping with that previous experience, I see it as a challenge to get our money's worth as quickly as possible. I thus started planning this trip, with three properties potentially on the agenda. Admittedly, the week running up to August bank holiday isn't the most obvious time for a retired couple with no children to entertain to go away, but we were fed up of being at home, and surely Coventry and the surrounding area isn't an obvious holiday destination that would be rammed with an excess of traffic on small roads and overflowing campsites. After hours of trying to come up with a sensible plan of where to go, where to stay and which vehicle to use, my original intention for a 5-night trip became a flexible 'somewhere between 1 and 5 nights' plan (we were going to be so close to home that it made more sense to commute to the places I wanted to visit than to pay for expensive campsites or accommodation).  

Today, via a quick detour via Edgbaston where I had an appointment (it's over a decade since I last drove in Birmingham; I'll quite happily go another decade before doing so again. These days there's the added stress of not taking a wrong turn and accidentally straying into the Clean Air Zone), we headed over to the National Trust's Packwood House, where a few hours were spent wandering around house and gardens. 

After refreshments in the cafe (which wasn't exactly 'refreshing' as it was so hot in there), and a turn around the lake (where rain drops were seen on the water, but only three hit us), we headed on over to the campsite, on a Christmas tree farm, where we settled Erica onto a hard-standing no-electric pitch (thanks to having a functioning solar panel, we were confident that we could run Erica's fridge without hook-up*) and contemplated that it looked like the forecast thunderstorms could arrive at any minute.  

You might say that it's because of the location that there were only five units spread amongst the 14 pitches on what would be perceived as such a busy week for accommodation, but it's in keeping with our experience even in more obvious holiday destinations: we've never struggled to book the Church House in Torver (Lakes) on a day's notice in late July, and when we found the small campsite by Milnthorpe to be empty the same week a few years ago, the owner explained that their main customer base is retired people, who perceive that the school holidays are busy, so they stay away, but in reality most families overlook little Certified Location sites and flock to commercial sites. 

(*Erica's fridge was an emergency purchase in June 2025 when the temperature for a 24-hour race I was taking part in was forecast to be in the 30s. We've now used that fridge quite a few times but it was only as the evening drew on on this trip that we realised that we'd never slept in Erica whilst the fridge was plugged in. Because Erica wasn't designed with a fridge, it doesn't have a dedicated spot, so it travels on the floor (by accident, not design, the space in front of the toilet is the perfect size to hold it in place whilst driving), and then lives on the kitchen work surface when we're parked up. The problem with it being out in the open, on what is effectively a sounding board, is that it's noise when the compressor springs into life, in such a small space, is too loud not to risk disturbing sleep. Not having an immediate solution, we simply turned it off overnight.)

 Photos in a slightly random order:

Packwood House, viewed from across the lake (which is unsurprisingly low on water)

Excellent scone, but marks deducted for the drizzle. No scone needs a drizzle - it just makes the top half unavoidably sticky to eat, once it's cut in half, without adding anything.

Approaching the entrance to the house.

Looking down the yew topiary garden, to the rear of the house.

Looking from the rear of the house towards the topiary garden.

Erica's Solar Panel

Sometime between June and August 2023, Erica's solar panel (originally fitted in August or September 2020) ceased to function. Had it been a standard panel, screwed into brackets, we would undoubtedly have whipped it off and replaced it in a matter of weeks, but with it being a flat panel that was well adhered to the roof, I got as far as buying a windscreen removal saw (cheese wire type), then we procrastinated on the job until 3 years had passed. 

We managed just fine for those three years, with the leisure battery only being charged via the split charger, but when the engine battery gave up due to old age in June, we decided that a new panel would be useful (the split charger works both ways, so with a solar panel, the engine battery would have been kept topped up too). This time I didn't opt for the expensive aluminium-backed semi-rigid job, but a cheap and cheerful alternative with a longer warranty. 

Removing the old panel seemed, as we started the job, like it was going to be an absolute nightmare of a task, but once we worked out the technique with the cheese wire saw, it went reasonably swiftly (the first 1/10th of the removal probably took as long as the final 9/10ths). 

With the old panel removed, that still left me with quite a clean-up job:

The old, dead panel, half way through sawing it off. The new panel doesn't look anywhere near as nice as this one, but it was a third of the price (and being on the roof, it's not like anyone looks at it very often!)
 

Starting the clean-up process, seems I didn't take a single photo once I had the roof in a nice clean and shiny state. I also didn't photograph the new panel in situ.

So, I spent a chunk of hours, spread over a week or so, sitting on Erica's roof, cleaning it up. Being a very hot and sunny summer was restrictive; every time the sun came out, I had to stop, as it was just too hot up there. The glorious weather was also restrictive for getting the new panel glued on as our chosen Sikaflex adhesive relies on humidity to go off, and after weeks of sunshine and heat, the daytime humidity levels were lower than was ideal. So, we waited and we waited for a cloudy afternoon, then we waited until evening to minimise the length of time until humidity would rise as night fell. 

Finally, three weeks after starting the task, the new panel was installed.

As for the failure of the old panel, I suspect it was (kinda) our fault, and thus we did things a little differently this time.  We used fewer beads of adhesive and used nylon spacers to make sure the adhesive beads stayed at least 5mm deep, thus maintaining an adequate air gap underneath. Perhaps most importantly, we didn't apply silicon along the sides of the panel, thus maximising under-panel airflow, and also allowing water to escape. I think the silicon along the sides was probably one of the biggest culprits for the failure of the old panel, as water had clearly pooled on one side, and if it did that in winter and then froze, it would have put undue pressure on the panel, eventually causing broken connections between cells - however, I'm not fully taking responsibility for this poor choice, as it was exactly what the original panel's fitting instructions told us to do. My theory, back in 2020, that water that got under the panel would have a clear route out via the troughs in the roof didn't take into account that water that was under there when Erica was parked up wouldn't be able to escape from the lower side of the roof until she next moved. The question now (and only time will tell) is whether flexing of the panel due to it being a less rigid design combined with having less adhesive coverage, will cancel out having solved the issue of water getting trapped underneath it. 

Monday 25 to Sunday 2 August - Clapham

Just for my own records: 

Where was Bertie? He spent six nights at a Temporary Holiday Site at Clapham (the N Yorks one) at a cost of £8 per night. 

Weather: general pattern of cloudy mornings, with a short spell of rain most days, then clearing to a sunny afternoon.

Mick's knee wasn't up to doing much, so it was a very gentle recovery week for him, with the daily activity being a cafe visit. 

Tuesday it was Goat's Gap cafe, just a few minutes' drive from the campsite. Wednesday we met up (after I'd been out) at The Old Sawmill Cafe for lunch. Thursday it was an outing to Settle (did we go to the Old Naked Man or the one next door? I think the latter) where we chatted to a mother and her 4-year-old daughter out on a day-trip from Kirkby Stephen, as the daughter had been obsessed with going on a train journey, being able to see the train line from their farm. Friday it was back to the Old Sawmill, and on Saturday Vicky and I met up with Mick at the Old Sawmill after our outing. 

Other than that, I nipped up Ingleborough twice. On the Wednesday, when I got caught in some horrible weather on the upper reaches, I was chuffed to do the route in almost exactly the same time as I managed the last time I did it - two years ago to the day.

On the Saturday, friend Vicky & I did a very chatty Ingleborough circuit in good weather. The combination of being the weekend, in the middle of summer, and with fine weather meant it was busy indeed on the top. Unsurprisingly, early on Wednesday morning with lashing rain and no visibility, it was deserted.  

We failed to attend any of the social events at the campsite, such as the Wednesday scone and tea ("bring your own chair and mug") or Saturday night bingo. Sunday morning's breakfast social (same rules as Wednesday's scone and tea) was just starting as we left to head home. 

(Posted 26 August, but back-dated to early August, more in keeping with the timing of the trip)  

 

 

Sunday 25 July - Torver

Where was Bertie? He returned to Church House Inn campsite at Torver where this time it cost £30 (with electricity)

Saturday night didn't involve much sleep. I'd grabbed an hour and a half in between midnight and 0130, when I'd started watching for Mick going through the final Check Point, after which there was no time before I needed to get fully waterproofed up to head over to the school to see him finish.  

It was 0430 before we were in bed, and 0630 before I was asleep. 

Fortunately, we didn't have to go far on Sunday and there was nothing we needed to do. Even more fortunately, the rain that had fallen in the previous 24 hours had been mainly light and had hit ground that hadn't seen rain in weeks, so there wasn't the issue of needing to exit the field before it turned into a mud bath and people started getting stuck. It was thus gone 11am by the time we called Church House Inn to check they had room for us and tootled off for the <10-minute drive to get there.

I think we've stayed at Church House on Lakeland weekend in four separate years and, off the top of my head, I think we've stayed there on both the Thursday and Sunday night in each year (maybe not on the Sunday 2024, as Mick didn't run, so we wouldn't have been sleep deprived), however, we've always opted to just stay in the car park, without electricity, rather than in one of the camping fields. We again chose to stay in the car park today but with electricity. The price without electricity is £20, and based on current trends, we hadn't expected the 'with' price to be more than £26, so it was a surprise when the owner asked for £30. We also both got the impression by his slight hesitation that he was thinking of 'how much can I get away with charging?', as there are no published rates. Even though there's another campsite almost next door that we knew to be cheaper, as we were already there and parked, we paid up, but with the feeling that we were being ripped off. £10 for electric hook up isn't unheard of, but it's unusually much. 

Why the need for electric? Well, we could have managed without, but Mick had come back with all of his kit absolutely sodden and the fastest way of drying it was in front of the fan heater in Bertie's shower room. I'd like to say that we were at pains to use as much electricity as we reasonably could, and we certainly made an effort to get all electronics fully charged, but then I had an aberration and both boiled water and cooked lunch on the gas hob - doh!

There's nothing much to say about the rest of the day. Mick's knee was very disgruntled and wasn't going to be walking anywhere, so we stayed in, watched the live stream of the L100/50 awards presentation, watched some cricket, slept for 3 hours, watched some more cricket then went to bed.  

 

(Published on 25 August but back-scheduled to 1 August, slightly nearer to when it was written!) 

Saturday & Sunday 24-25 July - Lakeland 100/50 Weekend

Where was Bertie? On Saturday he was still on the field in Coniston. 

Weather: After weeks and weeks of dry, hot weather, the Lake District finally saw some rain, starting about 1030 on Saturday morning and continuing on and off through the weekend, accompanied by 20-30mph winds (40-50 up high). 

A necessarily early start, as Mick had a bus to catch at 7am. I was up early too, not just to be a good wife and make sure he was properly fed and watered, but because I was going to be heading out at the same time. I intend to take part in a different 50 mile event in the Lakes next year, also starting in Coniston, so it seemed sensible, whilst we were there, for me to go and recce some of the route. I know from past experience that I can't be out and about much whilst Mick is running this race, because the urge to dot-watch on the tracker is too great, but I reckoned I had a window from 7am to noon, which was the earliest time he would arrive at the first Check Point, where I would try to spot him on the live feed webcam, and try to discern from what I saw how he was doing. 

I'd intended to see Mick onto a bus, but that plan changed when I saw the length of the queue (previous years we/he has just walked straight up to a bus and boarded), so I left him to it and headed off into the village. My recce went well, but could have been longer, if I hadn't had a failure of mathematical ability. Common sense was apparently also absent so I didn't pick up the distance calculation error until too late. The silver lining of the error was that whilst I arrived back at Bertie with 1.5 hours to spare, it was 5 minutes after the rain got heavy enough to warrant a waterproof. 

I spent the whole of the rest of the day, and much of the night, dot-watching the race, and having an extensive race-related text chat with a friend (who was also entered in this event, but couldn't take part due to knee surgery a couple of weeks ago). We manged a WhatsApp PB of 263 messages between us over the course of 18 hours.  

As for Mick's race, it turned out to be surprisingly exciting from my point of view. I'd seen when I got back from my outing that he was sitting in second position in his age category, which was a little bit of a concern that maybe he'd set out a bit fast. I was pleased when he dropped down to fourth, which seemed more appropriate. 

It was about half way through the race when I saw he'd climbed back to third, at which point I started paying attention to the other people in his category, which is where it all got a bit exciting from a dot-watching point of view. 

1490 people started the Lakeland 50 this year, with 94% completing. If I ignore the two categories with just one person each (because they would unduly skew the stats) there were 10 age categories (5 male, 5 female), so an average of ~150 people per category. However, this is a hard race and we can surmise that it's unusual for people to still be fit and able to complete it over the age of 70, as in Mick's category there were just 13 starters, of whom only 9 completed (69%).  

So, it was a surprise, when I started to pay attention, to find that in amongst that sea of (relative) youngsters, 3rd, 4th and 5th in the MV70 category were all within a mile of each other. Between Check Points 4 and 5 (7 miles) I reckon there was never more than 400yards between 3rd and 5th.

They all entered the marquee at Check Point 5 within the space of a few minutes and with Mick at the head of that little pack (with lots of other participants in between them - it was busy out on those trails and I would have absolutely hated it ... which is why I no longer take part), and it looked likely that the order in which they left would dictate their positions at the next Check Point, as they'd been so consistent in their moving speeds, with the changes in position coming when they stopped.

It was raining by the time they left that Check Point (not the first rain of the day for them, but the first time waterproofs were definitely needed - it was now the middle of the night), and Mick emerged second, in fourth place in his category. That's where he remained for the rest of the race.

I was willing him to be speedy at the only other manned Check Point, but it was raining so hard at that point that I could only rely on his dot on the map - being able to see anyone on the camera was tricky (see photos at the end of this post). 

The final 3 miles to Coniston saw him a mile behind 3rd, and a mile ahead of 5th, but as he started the descent I saw that his tracker speed had slowed to just 1km/h, with 5th closing on him fast and I had no idea whether he had a problem, was stuck in a queue, or whether it was just the terrain (which I know to be steep, eroded and slow). It turns out it was the latter, with the wind and rain not helping matters, as his headtorch beam was bounced back at him rather than lighting the way. 

Talking of headtorches, it was late in the evening when it suddenly occurred to me that I was sitting on the far side of an unlit field in Coniston and would need to make my way to the school in the middle of the night, and thus would need a torch. I knew I didn't have one in my pack, because Mick had both of the ones that I would usually choose, but we do keep one in Bertie. It's batteries were low and it was barely giving out any light, but no worries, because we also have spare batteries. I changed the batteries and got no light at all. I searched for more batteries ... surely we had 3 AAA somewhere?! Eventually, after I'd dug out the multimeter and checked the voltage of all of the batteries I could find, I sorted out three good ones - phew. I know I could have used my phone torch, but it's hardly ideal for the purpose. 

I was duly out in the street when Mick came down the road. I was next to the finish arch as he ran under it, and I was in the marquee when he was presented for a big cheer (every single finisher gets announced with their name and the number of finishes in their history in this race - the cheers went on the whole night through). The first I got to speak to him was as he queued for his finish photo (yes, another queue - there really were a lot of people in this race this year) and I was pleased to see that he was in a much better state than when he finished in 2022. Indeed, when I said something about next year, he didn't say 'never again' (as he did in 2022, only then to enter the 100 for 2023).

Admittedly, he was probably in a better state thanks to taking longer over the distance than in 2022 (when he'd completed a 'Couch to 80k in 8 weeks' programme due to an injury earlier in the year, then finished sub-16 hours to get a Lakeland 100 qualifying time), but he's also 4 years older. This year he finished in 17:36, 4th in his age category. The latter fact would be completely irrelevant, if it hadn't (probably unbeknownst to the three chaps involved) been such a tight race between them for so much of the distance. 

His biggest frustration this year was his lack of speed uphill, which is usually a strength. He hadn't been helped by a chunk of missed training over the preceding six weeks due to a knee injury, but the real issue was the strong painkillers (for said knee injury) that hampered his speed and made him feel nauseous. This may all sound a bit irresponsible, but his physio had given him the go ahead that taking part was unlikely to lead to permanent injury, and at his age he can't afford to wait another year to give it another go - there's no guarantee that anyone will have the health next year, but in the 70+ age categories, the stats scream loud that it's worth a small gamble with a knee injury. He has, however, sworn off strong painkillers for future such endeavours.

Fingers crossed that next year his knee is well, his health is good, his training has gone well and that he gets a place in this hugely oversubscribed race to give it another go.  

Let's have a game of spot Mick: 

Check Point 1

He made himself easy to spot this year, with calf sleeves and a knee support on his right leg

(He's on the far right, next to the portaloos)  

 Check Point 2

It would have been too easy a game if I'd used the photo I took of my tablet screen, as he's standing in front of the camera on his way in. I didn't take a screenshot until he was on his way out. 

 Check Point 3

Easy one - a few moments earlier he'd been waving at the camera, exactly as I'd instructed, as there was a phone signal here and I was talking to him as he came into view 

 

Check Point 4

Another easy one - younger son was excited to catch sight of him at this one too 

 

 Check Point 7

The weather was foul and being able to pick anyone out was dependent on the random beams of passing headtorches

(I missed him at CP5 as the feed buffered at just the wrong moment; fortunately I got a message saying he'd been seen entering. CP6 is unmanned and doesn't have a camera)

 

Crossing the finish line

 

 

Tuesday 21 to Friday 24 July - Lytham St Annes, Torver & Coniston

Tuesday & Wednesday 21/22 July - Lytham St Annes

Where was Bertie? He spent two nights at the motorhome parking area on the N side of Fairhaven Lake, in Lytham St Annes, at a cost of £7.50 per night. 

Weather: Varying cloud, but warm and almost entirely dry. 

The vague plan had been to head up to the Lakes a few weeks before the Lakeland 100/50 weekend, taking both Bertie (to live in) and Erica (to travel around in), staying on a Temporary Holiday Site (THS) in Kendal, but that plan didn't come to fruition. The big holding factor was waiting for the sale of a rental house to complete, then there were just a couple of other commitments dotted across the following week. Finally on Monday 20th we declared that we were free to leave, Bertie was hastily packed and we left home late Tuesday morning. 

By then the THS in Kendal had closed, but I found one in Lytham St Annes. Even though we'd only been in Lytham last month, we were happy to go again, although we didn't end up staying at the THS, having realised that it was right next door to the motorhome Aire we'd stayed on in June, with the Aire being half the price for a 2-night stay.

Not long after arrival, friends came around for tea and cake, and after a couple of hours of chatting, we adjourned to a local pub, The Fairhaven, for food. It was well after bedtime by the time we got back to Bertie. 

That didn't stop us getting up bright and early on Wednesday morning (just double checked that fact and 'early' is something of an exaggeration) to gently run/walk three laps of Fairhaven Lake. This was Mick's final little jogette before the Lakeland 50. I'm pleased to say that he didn't trip over a manhole cover and do himself some significant harm 3 days out, as he did in 2023, but he wasn't going into the race injured, but more about that in my next post. 

Another quarter lap of the lake followed once we were changed out of our Lycra, as we headed to the lakeside cafe for coffee, cake and crossword. Another quarter lap followed again in the afternoon when we returned to said cafe with AlaNicky for more tea and cake. More chatting back in Bertie finished off the day.

Thursday 23rd

Where was Bertie? At Church House Inn campsite in Torver, at a cost of £20 excluding electricity.

A week later, I have absolutely no recollection as to how we filled our morning, but I do recall that we visited a big Tesco Extra at the Blackpool end of the M55 as we headed off towards Torver. I had the need for another 1-pint mug, and for a pair of short pyjamas, but failed on both counts (they'd sold out of the former, and I didn't like the choice of the latter). That left me then trawling a huge supermarket for the few groceries we needed. Give me an Aldi or a Lidl any day for ease of finding the things you need without having to walk a mile in the process.

An easy journey up to the Lakes was had, and we arrived exactly when we said we would, mid-afternoon. I'm pretty sure that we then spent the rest of the day watching The Hundred cricket, although there was a burst of activity from me as I put 40 litres of water into Bertie via 2x 5 litre carriers and a funnel. 

Friday 24th

Where was Bertie? He spent the weekend on a field off Lake Road in Coniston for the Lakeland 100/50 race weekend.

In previous years, we've aimed to arrive in Coniston on the dot of the earliest arrival time of 9am, to get sited and through registration and kit check as early as possible, before queues built - it has worked well and Mick has never had to queue. However, the kit check process was changed last year such that the mega-queues of recent years were eradicated. That, combined with the desire not to block up the main road through Coniston, as there will always be people who arrive before 9am and are already queuing, meant that we didn't leave Torver until 0915. Our timing worked nicely for us to be able to drive straight onto the field, but by the time we headed over to the school for registration, there was a surprisingly long queue, out of the marquee and down the school driveway, almost to the road. I reckon it took Mick about an hour to get into the marquee and through all the processes, but he said that it was all really efficient - we could only surmise that a surprising number of people arrived early in the day this year.

A chat with our neighbour in the field, and lots of people-watching as the field gradually filled up. By 4pm, the field was surprisingly full.

Just before 6pm we headed into Coniston to see the Lakeland 100 runners head off, less than a quarter of a mile into their 105-mile adventures, then it didn't seem worth going back to Bertie as Mick was going to the race briefing at 7.30pm, so we watched the Lakeland 1 (kids' race), browsed the gear stalls and generally just loitered around until Mick joined another surprisingly large queue to get into the hall for the briefing.

This was the scene in front of us as we made our way back to the school having seen the Lakeland 100 runners head off. There must have been as many people behind us as in front. Everything just seemed busier this year. 

I don't know whether the number of entries had been intentionally increased this year, or whether it was just a freak year of more people turning up. There isn't a standby list for these races, so I know that the organiser oversubscribes, on the basis that they know that on average X% will drop out in advance or not show up on race day - but there's always the danger that fewer people will drop out than expected. It turned out this year did see a bumper turnout both races. But, I'm getting ahead of myself...

I was about to hit 'Publish' when I fell down a small rabbit hole looking at figures over the years: