Where was Bertie? After spending the entire day in the bridge car park at Pooley Bridge (£9), he unexpectedly returned to Crossfells Campsite for the night.
Weather: Mainly overcast, but with some sunny intervals.
We were away from the campsite at 7am for the 15 minute drive to Pooley Bridge. The Lakeland 100 (L100) had started in Coniston at 6pm on Friday, and the front runners had already come through Pooley Bridge (61 miles in), but we'd only missed about 10 or 12 of them, so Mick was almost immediately outside cheering everyone who came through, whilst I quickly sorted myself out with breakfast (although I did nip out to see a couple of runners who I follow on Instagram, who coincidentally came though within a couple of minutes of each other).
At 9am I abandoned Mick to his cheering, and trotted off against the flow of runners (which at this point was really more of a trickle than a flow) to get myself up to Dalemain for the start of the Lakeland 50 (L50). There I met Ali and Adrian, and as Ali went over to the start pen, I headed a hundred metres or so up the course. One of the many nice things about the L50 is that whilst outside support (other than spectating/cheering, which is only allowed in certain places) is not permitted, they do allow friends and family to join competitors on the first 4 miles of the event, which is the 'Dalemain Loop'. So, as Ali came along, I trotted down the hill to join her.
A stampede of L50 runners
Technically, I had to drop out as we finished the loop, but given that I was parked in Pooley Bridge and had to get back there, I continued with Ali until the first gate on the river side of the road, where I held the gate for a whole stream of people, before continuing on alongside another L50 competitor, who I'd first met on the Loop. Appointing myself as official gate opener, I then dashed along to the next gate to hold it for the same batch of people as the previous one, then dashed to the next gate to do the same again, pointing out to one particularly smiley L100 runner that I wouldn't be able to continue offering the same service along the entire course!
That said, I was meant to be doing 25km myself on Saturday, and arriving back at Bertie I'd only covered 11.5k, so after a brief pause and a snack, I decided that with all the L50s having cleared the area, it wouldn't be unreasonable to head up the next climb behind them (holding the one gate for a couple of L100s), before veering off in a different direction at the top. The plan was a good one, but it came a cropper when it transpired that there had been a fraud incident with my credit card. After a couple of failed phone calls with the fraud line, and with the signal drifting in and out, I decided I should probably head back down and sort it out sooner rather than later. Turns out someone had managed to pay a parking fine with my card, but a £900 transaction at Carphone Warehouse had been blocked (and the £100 parking fine is, of course, being refunded to me). The biggest inconvenience of all this is the need to memorise a whole new set of credit card details, after having had the same ones for years, and my memory no longer learns strings of numbers as easily as it once did.
The next place we would be able to see Ali on the course was Ambleside at, we estimated, somewhere between 3-4am, so there was no value in us moving from where we were. Hence we spent the whole of the rest of the day in the Pooley Bridge car park, which was incredibly busy the whole day through, with large numbers of people playing in the water and the terrace of the pub across the river heaving. And, of course, there was the whole of the rest of the field of L100 runners, with the final ones coming through at just before 5pm.
Just after we'd had tea, by which time the car park was finally starting to calm down a bit, Adrian, who had been out touristing for the day, swung by to say hello. His plan was to go back to their accommodation for a bit of a kip, and our plan was to try to find a layby between Pooley Bridge and Ambleside for the same purpose. First though, we wanted to see Ali go through the race checkpoint at Mardale Head - a task in which we weren't assisted by the tracker blackspot around Haweswater.
We ended up watching the checkpoint live video feed (which has a good picture, but no sound) for an hour and a half. Alas, as we saw her approach, some thirty minutes after we had expected her, based on the time and her speed when her tracker had stopped moving, we saw that she was limping quite badly. We learned later that she'd had to step aside repeatedly along the narrow, bracken-hemmed path for L100 runners to pass, and on one of those occasions she'd slipped as she stepped off, and tweaked her hamstring.
There then ensued an extended period of us trying to guess how badly she was injured and whether she was able to go on, based on the little we could see on the live feed (at most of the checkpoints, you get a good view of the whole checkpoint from the camera; at this one you could only see the entrance and the drinks table). It was only when the check point cut-off time came and went, and she briefly appeared on the camera with her fleece on, that we deduced that she was stopping.
There was no longer any value in us going to Ambleside, which meant we needed somewhere to spend the night. Returning to the previous night's campsite seemed like the best bet, so that's what we did, arriving just before 9pm.
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