On Thursday 6th September, 11 intrepid Potteres made their way up to the summit of Mow Cop in increasingly misty conditions. Most were trying to remember where Geoff Pett lived, others, perhaps unwisely, relying on their satnavs, or even,
Some had not seen Dave Taylor’s wise words re locating the start on the website.
Jim, not renowned for high risk activities these days, took the track past the Old Man of Mow.
This is used only by tractors, horses, large Land Rovers, and those trying to ‘right off’ their car for insurance purposes.
The sound of gritstone gouging along catalytic converters and exhausts is not likely to settle the nerves before a run.
Jim, Tony and their followers emerged wild eyed from their cars, whilst Grant, who had followed the route description, warmed up with intervals along the track.
The route, of just over 6 miles
( 10K to those under 65) weaved it’s way past renowned Mow Cop tourist attractions, first the Old Man, an impressive towering pillar of Gritstone rising 70 feet ( studied closely by Tucker looking for hand holds) and then the Castle, a folly built in 1754.
A steep descent through yellowing heather, an old quarry and still dry rock was undertaken at a blistering pace of 10.5 minutes a mile.
After mustering, we ran briefly along the border with Kidsgrove, not daring to venture therein to darkest North Staffordshire, and through woods and fields to the Macclesfield Canal.
After 2 miles we turned right to be greeted by the enormous bulk of Mow Cop shrouded in mist, towering above us. The big mast was our objective, over 600 feet above us. This final ‘off road killer mile’ was taken as justification to walk by some, at a more leisurely pace, whilst others, led by Barry, took the opportunity for some hard hill work and skipped upwards like veritable chamois.
After a water stop at the house, and spurred on by Jim’s earlier route choice rebellion, the assembled masses again rose as one against the words on the website. This time the insurrection was led by Dave Taylor and Margaret Huyton. The bedraggled troops retreated not to Glebe Farm ( as instructed on the website) but to the Chappell Centre, where they were welcomed as heroes by ladies in pinnies, baring tea, cake and bacon butties
11 in total:
Good to see you all.