Family day

The reason I went to the Netherlands this specific weekend was the annual family day. It was organised by the Haarlem part of the family, and would take place in the dunes. I love the dunes! My cousin Bart had booked a part of the visitor centre, and he mentioned the idea was to go swimming in a little dune lake as well. Sounded fine. 

The visitor centre was only some 20 minutes walking from the nearest train station, so Neil and I got on our bikes in the morning and took the train west. We changed trains in Amsterdam, where we found my nephew David. That was nice! He hadn't met Neil yet. And it turned out that my other nephew Abe had caught the train as well, but at the very last moment, so he was at the far end. And it was a very sunny Whitsun weekend, so obviously, the train to the beach was absolutely rammed.

We walked up with the four of us, and found the visitors centre without problems. Quite a number of people were already there. And there was coffee and cake for whoever wanted it. A good start!

Everybody introduced themselves to Neil, and they were all happy I had brought him. And I was glad I had made him a cheat sheet so he could remember who was who, and how everyone was related.

What with the coast being very busy that day, there were a few people stuck in traffic, so it took a while before we were complete. But it pretty much happened! Everyone you might expect to be there was there, except two children; one, I think, was too busy with exams, and the other one was poorly. And that is sad, but altogether the turnout was good.

My uncle Dick does an introduction 

Lunch happened quite soon after the coffee. And we had long tables, so you could move around a bit, and try to catch up with every branch of the family present. It is a lovely bunch!

After lunch, many of us indeed went to the little lake. It was busy! But nice. In no time, my sister’s sons were hurling my cousin’s son as high out of the water as they could, to his delight. But we didn’t stay in the water very long. 

On the way to the dune lake

By the lake

The lake itself

We got back and had some tea and cake and suchlike. It was all rather relaxed! I suppose that’s good if you are in a heatwave, you have elderly people there (like my dad), and the most important thing is catching up anyway. There was  plenty to talk about! 

After the tea there was a split. Those who lived far away and needed to get there left. Everybody else walked a few minutes down the road to a pancake restaurant. Pancakes! Who doesn’t love them. 

After the pancakes it was time to go our separate ways. I had really enjoyed it. Next year it will be in Enschede.  Bring it on! 

To the Netherlands - with Neil

I travel to the Netherlands quite regularly, but this time it would be different. Neil was coming with me. He had been interested in meeting my family. 

Normally, I take the train, and sleep (mostly) at my mum’s. But Neil wasn’t keen on the Eurostar, and it would be a bit much to stay at my mum’s with the two of us. If only because her guest room only features a single bed. So everything would be different, including travel mode and stay location. 

We would fly, and it would make sense to fly from Manchester. I found some convenient flights, and they went to Eindhoven. That is considerably further away from Amersfoort (where I wanted to stay) than Schiphol, but I stuck with it anyway. And I had never used that airport.

I also had to sort accommodation. I hoped there would still be nice options. Amersfoort is quite beautiful, and I can imagine people go there for touristic reasons. But when I plotted options on the map, I saw that there was some sort of holiday park just outside the city. That actually looked quite good! It would only be a 15 minute bike ride from my mum. But you would have the advantage of being out in the countryside. The place rented out little cabins, and they still had availability. I could imagine us after a busy day of meeting family, sitting outside our lovely cabin, looking out over the fields and having a drink. It sounded idyllic! 

As it would be a drag to walk to our accommodation, or take the bus, it did mean we would have to rent bicycles. But I had found a nice family business in the old city centre that rented out bikes. So I suppose that meant we were sorted!

On the day of travel, I got up early, and drove to Llandudno. I jumped into Neil’s car and we were off. He had sorted airport parking.

I thought we would be on one of the standard parking lots, but instead we were booked on a park-and-ride. That was fine too! It was a bit hidden away, but it worked fine. Soon we were in the correct terminal. There was hardly anybody at security, and passport control also went smoothly. We decided to have a coffee while waiting for our gate to be announced. And we also took the time to talk about my family. I had made a little cheat sheet for him, with pictures and names of everybody I thought would be there. I had raided group pictures of earlier family gatherings.

Going to the gate went fine, and boarding, and flying. In Eindhoven we had to do quite some walking in the blazing sun; I think they are doing quite some work on that airport. But it was fine. When we got to passport control, I was through a lot quicker, being an EU citizen. I had plenty of time to refill my water bottles. Then we had to venture out into the heat again, finding a bus to the railway station. That meant walking past some bicycle parking. Neil didn't know what was happening to him! And this wasn't even a particularly big one. 

There was a bus standing ready. When we got to the railway station, there was a train about to leave in only a few minutes. Changing trains in Utrecht was easy as well. Neil was very impressed with how smooth public transport in the Netherlands was! He was also amazed by the double-decker trains. And how comfortable they are.

Bike parking in Amersfoort

 

In Amersfoort, we first went to the bike rental, as it was still open. We got ourselves two typically Dutch bikes: heavy, comfortable, and for sitting upright. And with inbuilt lights, and fixed locks. I thought they were lovely!

On these bikes we could go to our accommodation. Again, Neil didn't know what was happening to him. There were bikes everywhere! And quite a lot of them were going quite fast. And it wasn't always particularly clear to what extent they would stick to the rules. But everything went fine.

The reception of our holiday park was closed by then, but they had emailed me the code to a little key safe. We found our cabin, and were happy to put our bags down. I had had an idea of what to expect, but Neil hadn't. He was impressed! We were right on the outside of the park, with next to us fields with horses in. Very peaceful and quiet.

Neil posing on his rental bike by our cabin (the rear)

The view from our cabin

We both wanted to have a cold shower, as it had been a hot day, and we had just travelled quite a distance with five different modes of transport. And after that we were ready to face the rest of the trip. Travelling in was now over! And it could barely have gone any better!

Stress of marking combined with leaving

When the teaching stops, things get less hectic. A lot of stuff still needs to happen, but it isn’t important anymore at what time it does. If you have a lecture at 10, a meeting at 12, and a tutorial at 3, you may only have 3 hours timetabled, but you will be busy at least 4 because you also have to get to the venues, and the rest of the day is very fragmented. Once teaching stops, you can often just spend hours working on a task with little interruption. 

It can still be hectic. We have a sharp deadline for the marking of all the work by graduating students (3rd and 4th years). And there is a lot to do! Especially if you are also the academic integrity officer. If everyone is marking, you get a lot of suspect cases directed your way. 

I had started my marking with the 1st year essays as they came in first. Then I proceeded with the 3rd year dissertations of the students I had supervised myself. Only five of them; two didn’t submit. Then the first exam came in and I marked that. 

Then my two remaining dissertation students submitted after all. You just never know! Students get a week from the deadline, and if they then still don’t submit, they get a zero. Except that they can just get an extension at any time; even after that week. So I had to go and mark them after all. Im glad they submitted, but I’m not glad you never know how big your marking load is. 

I am also quite aware that I am the module organiser for the dissertation module. I can't moan at people to do their marking on time if I don't do it myself! So I have to be exemplary in my dissertation marking discipline.

I was going to the Netherlands, and I had arranged a cat sitter. That meant preparing for that as well. Clean the house, make sure the bed she would sleep in had clean sheets, hide a key, give her all the information she needs. It doesn’t sound like much work! But I wanted to clean bathroom and kitchen, and hoover the rest of the house, and that does take a while. 

I also had to pack. So it was a bit stressful! But I got it done. And then I was ready to not think about work at all for a few days in the country of my birth!

Clean kitchen

Sweeping TES Gyrn Wigau

During the run-up of the Eryri Harriers presentation night I became aware that there was going to be a new race on the Tuesday evening series (TES). It would be right in my backyard. Some of it is part of my regular stomping ground. I was excited about that! I didn't want to run it; I think I should steer clear of fell racing. Too dangerous for my knees. But given that I live so close, I figured I would be an ideal position to volunteer. So I dropped the organiser, Math,  an email. He happily accepted.

Closer to the day, Math asked me if I wanted to sweep the race. I was happy to. I have never done that before! I had imagined myself marshalling. But this would be some new experience! Even though I was a tiny bit worried. When we had done a recce of the route, I had completely failed to keep up with the 80-somethings with us on the way down. As a sweep, you are supposed to be able to keep up with the slowest runners. And let's face it; members of the 80+ category might very well be among slowest runners. 

A few days before the race became clear the weather was not going to be good. This was going to be a wet and cold experience! I decided to dress to the occasion. I was wearing a long sleeved shirt, with a thin fleece, and then my waterproof running jacket over the top. And then my hat for running in the rain. And gloves.

Below the waist I was just going for three-quarter leggings. Warmer than shorts! And not waterproof, but I was resigned to getting a bit soggy. After the finish I could just shoot home and have a shower.

Math had asked me to wear hi viz, so that went over the top. And I had taken an old race number and written "Sweep" in big letters on the back. I fixed that to the front. That would make me quite recognisable!

Race headquarters were at the farm. I biked there, and already saw a lot of people associated with the race along the way. It was still dry! But that wouldn't last.

Race HQ Im a horse box

Headquarters was a horsebox in a field. The field was for parking. Very charming! And after a while I made my way to the start. It started raining. Several people saw my sign and suggested they might be the person I would end up running with. Among them Hazel, an Eryri Harrier in the 60+ category, and John, a Buckley runner of 80+. 

Math (with big moustache) gives race instructions 

Math gave some final instructions, and then we were off. Then in the beginning, it was indeed Hazel and John I was sticking with. One person showed up a bit late at the start and came overtaking all of us, and then I was back with my familiar two.

Colourful dots swarming over the hill

On the flank of Moel Faban

We were so slow that the first runners of the kids’ race already came storming past before we left their course. They headed straight up Moel Faban, while we skirted around, and then crossed the valley. I could soon see a nicely colourful line of dots make its way across the valley.

Hazel (the grey-clad arm) and me being stormed past by the juniors

I knew that crossing the valley was going to be a damp experience. And it was! From both sides. By then it was raining so hard I had to put my hood over my hat, and also, that valley is a bit swampy. But that was fine!

On the other side we were just making up a route to the ridge. And as soon as we were on the ridge, we would be on an actual path for quite a while. But uphill for quite some distance. I would stay with Hazel, but she was never very far from either John, or two runners that turned out to be from Prestatyn. 

The weather stayed horizontal rain, but I was snug in my waterproof jacket. I was actually enjoying it!

After a while we hit the path that would lead back down into the valley again. There was a very miserable looking marshal there. He looked really happy to see us, because the whole point of having a sweep is that the marshals know they can go home as soon as this person has passed them. 

From there the path went  downhill, and Hazel shot off. I wasn't surprised! Last year, she had competed in the Tryfan downhill race. I just did my best keeping up. I wasn't doing too bad. And luckily, John and the Prestatyns weren’t quite as good on the downhill as she was, so while she vanished in the distance, I tagged onto them. 

I was satisfied with my performance. And then we came past another miserable-looking marshal who could now leave. I realised I had so dodged a bullet by being asked to sweep! I could keep moving.

For a while it was the four of us: Prestatyn, John, and me. Until we headed into Bwlch ym Mhwll Lle. Prestatyn went the sensible way, over the path in the middle, but John scampered up the steep slope. That way he could cut off a corner, but I figured he would be back on the path soon; there was one part of the route that was mandatory, and if he would stay high, he would miss it. So I decided to stick with Prestatyn. Surely, after cutting that corner John would rejoin us.

We came around the corner and John was nowhere to be seen. Oh dear! I had lost one of my runners. I figured Prestatyn was going to be OK. I scampered up the hill, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Nothing! Just empty moor land.

At some point I figured I had better get back to the path. I found Ross, who was doing the race management. Math might have been the organiser, but he was also running! And would come third. Ross didn't know who John was, but he did know he hadn't seen him. I then asked the race WhatsApp group if John had already finished. I quickly got a phone call from Math. He didn't know, but he suggested I just come to the finish.

Just before the incline which was to finish, I bumped into Mike, who was also involved in the organisation. He wondered what the situation was; he had probably heard from Ross what my worries were. But I just saw someone who from a distance quite looked like John run up the incline. So he had come out at the correct path after all! And wasn't missing. Great! I scampered up the incline myself. In for a penny, in for a pound!

Ross clocked John in and that was the end of the race. People were already taking down the last markers and signs. Everyone was wet and wanted to go home. I walked some distance back with John, but he was parked somewhere else. When he peeled off I started running again. The quicker back at the bike, the quicker home!

The field was almost deserted by the time I arrived. But that isn't strange. There are no presentations at a TES race (I think), and while John had finished in 1h 41, the winner had only needed 41 minutes. And no one wants to hang around in rubbish weather. Come to think of that; neither did I. So I put my bicycle helmet back on and made my way home. I couldn't wait to have a shower and then get into some dry clothes! And it would take days before my soggy socks, leggings and gloves would be dry again. 

In spite of losing my last runner, I had actually quite enjoyed this! And I think I am just about fast enough on the downhill to do the job. It is just a bit tricky your runners are so spread out you can't keep an eye on all of them. But if someone asks me again to sweep I'll say yes! And I will already have my special sweep race number…

Bicycle path closes again for bridge removal

It has been really great to be able to use the whole length of the bicycle path for a while. But I knew that there was going to be one last interruption. Recent closures had been because of the installation of a new bridge. Now they also wanted to take the old bridge away.

One Monday morning I avoided the path on the way out. I assumed it was closed, but you can’t tell unless you try, and might get turned back. On the way back I indeed bumped into a fence that stopped me continuing on the bicycle path, and forced me onto the road. It had begun!

Closure has been predicted to only be a week. So I figured that soon, I will be able to admire the new bridge, and mourn the loss of the old one. I think the old one is a lot more beautiful. But I acknowledge that the new bridge now makes it possible for cyclists to come all the way from Bangor over the cycle path, and without having to spend as much as a meter on the A5 (the through road here), continue all the way up to Llyn Ogwen. That didn’t used to be possible. If you would go over the old bridge you would have to somehow get your bike through a kissing gate. And the path leading to that gate starts out so steep that only very stubborn and fit people would be able to bike it uphill. So in that way, it is a clear win! 

To the GP for my dupuytren

I was just talking to a colleague when the topic of Dupuytren came up. He immediately showed me his hand. He had it too! And he mentioned another colleague who did, as well. He was receiving radiotherapy for it. Radiotherapy! That interested me. He was being treated here in North Wales. 

I would like that! I had briefly researched it. It seems you can stop the process. That would be great. I have seen how debilitating it is when the disease progresses, as my father has it. He has had surgery several times. That’s a pain! But the hands you can’t open are a pain too. But I had not found any facilities who offer it in Wales. But clearly, I had overlooked something. 

I went to see my GP about it. She said the NHS wouldn’t do anything until I would lose function. I didn’t think that was a good idea. Why let it get that far when you can prevent it? And what about my colleague? The GP said she would make inquiries. 

I didn’t think it would be such a damp squib! But I will sure go and investigate going private within Wales. One would think it is possible! 

My hand with no visible symptoms (yet)

Jacko breathing session

We had had a taster session in the Presentation Night. The club had invited 'Jacko', who is a breathing coach for sportspeople. I had bought his book there too. I'm about halfway through it.

Since that session, I have been actively thinking about my breathing when I am running. And it really helps! I try to breathe slowly. Jaco had made the point that if you breathe slower, the air has time to reach all the alveoli in your lungs, and the oxygen uptake is a lot more efficient. I do that on the track, which results in more comfortable running, and I do it during races. My results since the presentation night have been quite good, so I think it is helping! And that only through slow breathing. And I knew there would be a full session for club members coming up. Obviously, I signed up for it. How much better could it get? 

It took place on the track. We had the building too. We started indoors. There were about 15 of us. But soon we went outside. 

I had sort of counted on us being either inside, or running. I had clothes for that. Mistake! There was a cold wind out there, and when we were on the track, we spent quite some time standing still. That was cold! 

On the track

The first thing he asked us to do was stand on the start line, breathe in, breathe out, then hold our breath and walk onto the track. And only stop walking when we couldn't hold our breath anymore.

Soon, people were stopping. I didn't have to, yet. I was walking out next to a lady called Emily and we got quite far. Then she stopped. Only me left! That surprised me. I never realised I can hold my breath particularly long. 

We came back. Jacko told us that the urge to breathe is not from lack of oxygen. It is just the buildup of CO2 in your blood. And you can train your body’s tolerance of that. And he said that if you breathe out powerfully a few times, you might get rid of quite a lot of CO2.

He also made us run a lap, and then tell us something about our breathing. I found that a bit hard. I have been thinking about my breathing while running for months! But most people there hadn't been to the presentation night, so they might have been thinking about their breathing for the first time. 

He then took us back inside. We did all sorts of things! Thinking about the ribs, the spine, the nose, the tongue, the pelvis, and what not. We were standing and kneeling and lying down, twisting this way and that, and feeling the difference to our breathing.

Thinking about posture 

Feeling our breathing

We went out for more laps. He urged us to start out breathing through our noses. That was less difficult than I had expected. But he made us accelerate, and you soon hit the spot where you can't breathe through your nose anymore.

He also made us think about how to synchronise our steps with our breathing. I think I do that automatically. But he made us all pay attention to it. It is efficient too line these two things up.

In the end he asked us to run a lap where we started breathing through her nose, but to accelerate so much that in the end, we would do one breath every two steps. That was a bit exhausting! When I was breathing through my nose, which is inevitably slower, I need some five steps for a breath. When I'm breathing through my mouth, I tend to be on four, so cranking it up to only two was quite something!

Then we were done. We thanked him and wished him well on his upcoming challenge: he will attempt to run two marathons a day for 100 days. That’s quite an effort! And we were invited to run a lap with him. I might do just that. Watch this space! 

Group pic

Additional medal rack

It didn’t fit anymore! I made a medal rack less than a year ago, but it is full now. I suppose things started accelerating when I joined the running club. That makes you eligible for NWRAC medals. And I have been doing well since having started both hill and track training. So then you often get multiple medals in one race. 

When I came home from the Snowdonia Half Marathon with four medals (finisher, non-stop runner up Forest Hill, category win, silver medal) I knew they wouldn’t fit. I needed to act! And I put a smaller bamboo stick up in the storage room. I put all my pre-covid medals on it. That made good space on the bigger rack. 

The pre-Covid rack

When I had sorted that it struck me there were so many medals there that weren’t finishing medals. I did a quick count; I have 36 medals there, and only 20 are finisher medals. So almost half are things like category wins and bronzes and silvers. Pretty cool! 

Space on the original rack

The time will come when it will be full again. But I have bought myself a bit of time now. I can ponder where the next rack will go! 

Siabod with Kate - again

I hadn't seen Kate in a while, except during lunch at work. It was time we’d get out together. And one Saturday we were both available. Kate suggested Siabod. We didn’t want to make it a long walk given that it would rain in the afternoon. And Bryn, her Labrador, is getting too old to come with us, so he would be alone while we were out. 

We met up at Pont Cyfyng, and headed in Siabod’s general direction. It didn't take long before we took our jackets off because we were getting warm. And then it didn't take long for us to put them back on because it was starting to rain. 

Along the way we passed a commercial group, headed by Richard aka Rusty; it was fun to see him again. And there were some other walkers as well. The weather wasn't great, but it was a weekend, so we didn't expect to have the hill to ourselves.

Early on

We decided go along the east, past the lake, and then to do the route to the summit through the gully. We struggled to remember and when we had done it before. My memory is rubbish! But as soon as we were properly in the gully it all came back to me. We had both done this once before, together, but quite a long time ago. Checking my blog showed that that had been in lockdown.

 

Quarry lake along the way

We'd done the same hill together since, in the evening. And confusingly, I've also done it with the other Kate. I really wanted to go visit her after she moved to England, but I must admit it hasn't happened yet!

While we were in the gulley, it was mainly misty and drizzly, but not properly raining. And when we popped out we had lunch in the wind shelter at the top. There were two marshals of UTMB there too; there were several races going on. My track mate Louise was doing the 100 miler! She is tough. 

 

Kate in the gully

 

Summit selfie

After lunch we headed down. And the rain got worse. We both wondered if we should have put on our waterproof trousers while we were in the wind shelter. A bit late now!

When we got down things improved a bit. For quite a while, we could even see the lake in the valley! But by the time we got To Cafe Siabod (its new iteration) we were both quite soggy. Our jackets had held, but we had soaking trousers, socks, shoes, and gloves. And I had a soggy hat as I wasn't using my hood.

On the way down

We ordered the hot chocolate with all the bells and whistles that they offer. And we inhaled them quite quickly. That made us feel better! And then we trudged back to the cars.

A bit of a soggy get-together but really nice anyway! Soon again, hopefully…

Slim cat

The diet has worked! My little cat is back to 4.7 kg, and has an hourglass figure again. And she hasn’t run away to someone who feeds her more. I’m happy.

Now that I have the scales, I can increase her portions again and monitor when I get to the point her weight stays stable. She will like that. And I like that this is, in all likelihood, much better for her health. We can have more years together this way! 

Not the clearest picture of her figure but it gives some idea

Slim belly shot

In-person exam again

I hadn’t been involved in an in-person exam since the start of the pandemic. I can't say I am a huge fan of them but I acknowledge that they are a foolproof way of making sure the students aren't using generative AI.

In the long run, we will have to make sure all our assessments incorporate the use of AI. If the students have such powerful tools at their fingertips, surely we can ask complicated things from them. But these are not changes you make in a day. Firstly; we staff wouldn't be ready for that. It is a heck of a lot of work to make a new assessment! And if we would have to change every single one of them, that takes a lot of time. 

Secondly; the students wouldn’t be ready for it. I think we need to make sure we actually teach them to use AI well, before we expect them to use it extensively in their assignments. And as soon as we make them a bit of a challenge even with the use of AI, they would be way, way too much of a challenge now for students who aren't particularly good with the technology.

With these considerations, I took the decision of having my first year exam, which is an MCQ test, in person again. It is very difficult to come up with MCQ questions AI can't answer. And the policy of the school is that we can bring in in-person exams again, gradually. This year we can do them for the first year students. Next year, we can add the second year to that. We are aware that it might be a bit of a shock to students who haven't done an in-person exam in years, suddenly have to do one again. Our current freshers probably have done in-person A-levels. And if we get them used to it from the beginning, they'll be fine.

That is how I found myself in a lecture room on main campus to invigilate an exam. It felt rather old-fashioned! But it was ok. If the students were particularly stressed about it, it didn't show. They just did their thing. They had two hours to complete the exam; the first student left after 25 minutes, and the last one after one hour and 40 minutes. It looks like at least when it comes to time, it is perfectly feasible.

The exam

It will probably be done less well than last year, but I don't think that's a bad thing. That probably means that last year's cohort had used AI. This time we are actually testing the students on their own insight. Not their use of tools. And sometimes their insight is what you are after.

Next exam period, there will be more like this. Back to the previous century! While getting ready to make the jump to the post-AI world…

Bridge exhibition

Menai Suspension Bridge, aka Telford Bridge, aka the old bridge, is 200 years old. The University decided to dedicate a small exhibition to it. In one of the glamorous corridors of the main building, there are some cabinets, which host changing mini-exhibitions. 

When it was announced that there was an exhibition about the bridge there, I decided I wanted to go and see it. When I had a chat with Jenny, my Welsh tutor, she also recommended it; she had already been. Unfortunately, when I am in the building, I often have stuff to do and places to get to immediately afterwards, so for months I didn't go. But then I was on main campus for the second and last round of catch up dissertation presentations, and so many students didn't show up I had time to go and have a look before I needed to be somewhere else.

This also means this post is out of sequence! I have already blogged about what happened in the weekend. I forgot this draft was there.

The exhibition is not big, but I thought it was amazing! It started with the old route between London and Dublin, which relies on several ferries, including one over the Menai Strait.  I had no idea the original ferry went from the sand flats. That doesn’t sound ideal! But later it moved to a mainland landing site that’s dry at both high and low water. 

In the 18th century already, there were goals for a bridge. There were all sorts of people who were either very much in favour very much opposed. Several different designs.

Did you get the decision to go with the particular design Ford came up with. And then the construction. And then it was done.

Bite of the process, obviously, without photographic evidence. But that came in somewhere along the way. I really like seeing the whole process develop in written, drawn or photographically documented evidence. I might just come back to admire it another time!

Welcome sign

Map with possible crossings indicated

Various proposed designs 

The design that was chosen 

Construction 

Close-up: cranes om the pillars of the bridge 

Phone charging drama

I have an iPhone. They are infamous for vulnerable charging ports. I already once bought a new one for reasons of port issues. And the new phone also had problems. But when that happened, I moved to wireless pads. That sorted me out for a bit. 

After a while, my Halfords pad started to get connection issues. Unless the cable was in just right, the pad didn’t get power and wouldn’t charge. And even if it did get power, it would complain increasingly often that the phone wasn’t positioned correctly on it. I figured I might need a new one. 

One day, I was in a shop for other reasons, and I saw they sold pads as well. Great! I bought one. But did that solve things? No! I thought a pad would be a pad, but this thing proved they are not created equal. It barely charged anything. 

Before I dragged myself past a suitable shop, I ended up with an almost empty phone, and two pads that wouldn’t charge it. What a faff! So now things became urgent. I wanted to phone people. I wanted to write my blog. I wanted to take pictures. I wanted to do all sorts of things for which I use my phone.

On Monday morning, I made sure to bike past Argos and pick up a new pad. When I got to the office, I got it out of the packaging, hoping to use it straight away. Unfortunately, I hadn't checked whether it was actually compatible with the plug I normally use for that. It wasn't! I am used to charging on USBA but this was USBC. Bummer.

With my phone out of business and my computer still not having dictation software, I could barely get any work done in the office. I had been writing text so far by dictating to my phone, and then transferring the text to my computer. That was not going to work today. So I hadn't been in the office very long, but my best bet was to leave it again. On the way back I biked past Halfords to pick up a plug that can do both USBA and USBC. 

In the shop they handed me the box, with the receipt taped to it. That obscured the front of it. It was only when I got home that I realised they hadn't given me a normal plug, but a car plug. That was not what I wanted! That made me quite grumpy. I considered my options. And I decided to drive to Halfords to get the proper plug. Why am I burning fuel for that? But I didn't want to make the ~1.5 hr round trip on bike. I had more things to do.

The lady at the counter was properly apologetic. And I took the opportunity to pop by a big supermarket for groceries. Soon I was home, finally able to effortlessly charge my phone. I've chucked the first pad away. I might do the same thing with the second one. It only managed to get my phone up to 10% after a full night charging! That's no use. The third pad is just doing what it should do. It might be a while before I start taking that for granted...

The full set of pads

Furry suit makes it back

Mines and caves can be quite cold; they can be wet and even windy. I really like that I have a rather thick furry suit for underneath my oversuit. It keeps me warm on all sorts of trips. And then I was so stupid as to leave it in the Yorkshire Dales.

The other ladies on the trip immediately jumped in to help. One lived locally, with her husband; he was going to be in the hut where I had left it soon. And it seems that he was working with North Wales cavers. So he could handily hand it over to them. One of these then met Sharon. 

The Snowdonia half marathon is set in Llanrwst; that is only 15 minutes away from where Sharon lives. So after the race I didn't go straight home; I popped over to her place. She wasn't in, but she had pulled it by the front door. I could go and pick it up.

I admired her amazing view! I had suspected she lived somewhere very beautiful. Now I know for sure.

The suit is back now! And I think there is a rather cold mine trip on the cards in the not too distant future. I will be ready for it my lovely snug suit! Thanks to Caver Mail! 

Snowdonia Half Marathon 2026

I like this race! The route is beautiful, and with all its ups and downs it never feels like you’re doing the same thing for a long time. 

I had first done it pre-Covid, and loved it. Then I did it two years ago, and ended up with clanging IT band problems. I still snaffled a category win, though. Last year my IT bands held, and I had another category win. I wanted another one this year. And the weather would be a lot better for it! Not as hot as last year. 

I rocked up and bumped into the organiser. He greeted me by my name. We had a little chat, and he said "see you at the presentation". I like it that I have the reputation of almost standard being presented a medal!

I got my number, had a last sandwich, drank my energy drink, took off all the layers I wouldn't be running with, and then handed in my bag at the bag drop. Time to do a warmup! And have a last convenience break.

When I trundled up the hill I saw that the marshal at the first junction was already in position. That was a bit early! We had a nice chat. His name was Wayne. Then I sneaked off for a leak, and headed back. I then tried to organise a club picture with the other Harriers. I found four! There were more but we didn’t spot them.

Phil, me, Evan, Sion, Robin

I also found Ann, who had been my rival last year. We battled it out over the entire race, but on the famous hill 11 miles in I got ahead of her, and she didn't manage to catch up on the way down or the last flat bit. I beat her by 11 seconds. She is 18 years older than me. And a toughie! 

It was time to line up at the start line, and soon we were off. I knew to take it easy on the first ascent. It’s long, and there are more to follow! I waved at Wayne and trundled on. I also passed Ann. I expected her to overtake me multiple times on the downhill. And after some 3.5 km, I passed a marshalling station, where a lady said I was currently second female. What? This is a sizeable race! And I didn’t think I was going very fast. But I liked it! 

I trundled on. Soon Llyn Geirionydd came into view. The route is flat there. I just thought of my breathing and kept a decent speed. More people along the course confirmed that I was in silver position. Lovely!

Quite unlike last year, I ignored all the water stations. I had a little bottle myself, and it wasn’t very hot. And I trundled up the hill between the lakes. All went well! Even coming to the top and heading down. The gradient is mild, so I can go quite fast and not be scared. And there had been quite some logging there, so views were wide. And the path is bendy, so you can see a bit before and behind you. No women to be seen! Not even Ann.

Running around Llyn Crafnant I went back to thinking about my breathing. All went well! I was feeling relaxed. And then I came to the sort bit of road where you meet the runners coming the other way. I saw one of the Harriers, Sion, and could shout him on. A lot of people shouted encouragements at me. Especially the women. But then the route went somewhere else and I was pretty much alone again. 

I knew I now had a flat few kilometres before the big hill. I kept my speed up! And was a bit worried that like two years ago, I was feeling my IT bands. I had intended to have paracetamol before the race, and bring straps that might help the symptoms, as I had done at the Conwy race, but had completely forgotten. Oh dear. 

I made it up the hill without stopping, and while trying to convince my body all was well. And once on top, I tried to run with big strides, as that fights symptoms too. And the downhill is always difficult. 

On the big downhill, past a cheering Wayne, I was overtaken by several people, but luckily all men. Some furtive looks behind me didn’t reveal any menacing females. The last man overtaking me said he was aiming for a time of 1:45. Ambitious! But well, if it was doable for him, right beside me, then I was clearly on course for a faster time than last year. That had felt fast!

On the flat bit I I tried long strides again. And I was trying to go fast enough to not let any unseen women get past. In spite of my knee. And then I finished, in 1:44:37. 

Finish

I saw a lady standing there already. She must have won! I congratulated her. And then another lady appeared. She must have been right behind me. Oh dear! I escaped a late disappointment. Even though bronze in a race like this is still amazing. 

I went to get my medal and T-shirt, and my bag. Then I went back to the course. I had my recovery drink, and more liquids. And I cheered on the runners. Robin, one of the Harriers in the race, and Sion’s brother, came past like Usain Bolt. Amazing! 

After a while I went back to find the Harriers that had finished. Along the way, I bumped into Paul, of NWRAC, who has assembled the North Wales team for the 10 mile inter-county championships. He was impressed with my time. Maybe he’ll invite me into his team again! And soon after, the presentation started. I was chuffed to get a silver medal! And in this race, they even give you a category win if you have already won an all-out podium position, so I came back for the 50+ medal. The bloke handing it out asked how many of their medals I had by now. Many! 

Proud as punch with my second place

I in turn cheered on the other runners. Winning woman had been some 10 minutes faster than me! And Ann had a category win. Of course. 

After the presentation we all went our separate ways. I walked back to my car over a field, and found Sion and Robin there. We had a little debrief! And then I really left. 

I still can’t quite believe I came second! In a popular commercial race! Although I have managed that before, Twice. And once in a slightly less popular commercial race. And without feeling too wrung out about it! But it was a bit of a bummer my IT band problem had returned. Later this year I want to run a half marathon PB. That is hard if your IT bands are not collaborating! 

Marshalling Moel Eilio

I think it's important to marshal once in a while. Without marshals, no races. And I would really be sad if there were no races. If I'm happy to accept the services of other people marshalling, I should be willing to do it myself as well! And Ras Moel Eilio was coming up. I had quite enjoyed marshalling that the previous year. And I volunteered again.

The previous year I had been on the ridge. It takes a while to get there, but then you get great views. This year would be different; they stationed me at a gate on the Maesgwm path. By coincidence, it was the same gate where I had marshalled the Pedol Peris two years ago. Not a spectacular location, but still beautiful. And that low down, the weather tends to be good.

Walking in

Initially, I would walk up with Steve, the marshal who would be one gate further up. He was not quite sure which gate was his, but when I got to headquarters, they had explained it to him, and he had set off. So I walked up alone. But I was quite early; I just walked the extra kilometre to his gate, and had a chat with him. That was nice!

We had radios, so you could hear where the runners were. So I had a bit of an idea when I would have to make my way back to my own gate. That worked out. And I wasn't very useful there; that gate is generally open anyway, and it is absolutely obvious where the runners have to go. But at least I could shout encouragements, and tell them how much further it was. 

With Eryri Harriers high viz vest. The stripy band is for radio; the blue one for cow bell. All kitted out! 

The first runner was Owain, an Eryri Harrier. He was quite a distance ahead! He would indeed win. Our own TNH Dyfed was, as expected, very fast as well. And a fair while after the first man I saw the first woman appear. It was Elliw, who has just won the Rhostryfan 10k three days before.

At some point, the trickle of runners became a bit less. And over the radio I could hear several marshalling stations pack up. Once the sweep has come through, you can leave! At some point I saw him approach myself. It was Marcus, a TNH veteran. When I saw him appear I threw my stuff in my bag. He invited me to run with him. I said I wasn't dressed for it. He said it didn't matter. I was mainly thinking about my running bra which I wasn't wearing. He said he wouldn't look. I said running bras are not for looks. The civilian bra I was wearing was not too bad though, so I just ran. The backpack wasn't ideal either, but doable.

Running to the finish together 

With the three of us we trundled on, with some 2 km to cover. We came past three more marshalling stations by gates. And then we reached the finish. I had a little chat with those who were there. Then Arwel asked if I would walk down with him. Of course I would. He was walking with a bit of asymmetry; he said he had done his legs in at the Rhostryfan race. Oh dear!

When we got to race HQ, the presentation wasn't far. I stayed for it. And I thought I'd have a bit more water while doing so. So I rummaged in my bag. No flask! Oh dear. I must have forgotten it at my marshalling station. That sucked! I would have to go back. I briefly entertained the thought of driving part of the way. But it was only 3 km (be it with 160 m ascent), so I dismissed that thought. And just walked up! With some jogging.

It was still there. I emptied it while making my way back down. And I was back at my car a few minutes after my parking ticket had expired, but nobody had noticed. So I could go home.

I prefer to be a little bit more useful when I am marshalling, but in spite of that, it had been a good day. And the next day, I could race again myself!

Squirrel

When I moved here, I didn’t see many squirrels in the garden. In recent months, this has increased a lot. I see a squirrel in the garden really often. And I see what they leave behind; I don't grow any peanuts, walnuts or hazelnuts, but I find lots of empty shells thereof in my garden. I suspect that is just a squirrel not tidying up after their lunch. And I find lots of little holes. They are too shallow to be mouse or rat burrows, so I figured they were probably places where the squirrel had hidden a hazelnut or something, and dug it up again.

Not my food waste! 

Little holes in the lawn

Most of these holes are in the lawn. But some of them are in flower pots. One of the flowers I had bought for the front of the house is looking miserable. The soil it was in had been very disturbed. The pepper plant had also had a treatment. That is a bit more unfortunate.

Ravished plant

One day I was outside, and I heard a strange noise. I wondered what it was, and my surprise, it was a squirrel running around on the wall of Neuadd Ogwen, shouting at a cat (not mine!) in my garden. It looked like the squirrel wanted to chase it away. It even worked.

That looked very territorial, so that made me believe that it is not that I just see lots of squirrels in my garden; it is probably just one squirrel I see very often.

Notice the squirrel on the gate keep an eye on the cat

 

I have later also spotted a squirrel (the squirrel?) shouting at my cat who was just lounging in the garden. I really think the squirrel is territorial! In the end, the cat got tired of the noise, and indeed went inside, mewing plaintively. 1-0 for the squirrel. 

I think someone is feeding this squirrel somewhere. Where else would you get so many unshelled hazelnuts, walnuts and peanuts from? I struggle to imagine that people are just trying to enjoy these outside, only to have them stolen by an adventurous squirrel. And then this squirrel takes them to my garden, hides some, and eats others. Well, they are welcome! But don't expect me to accept your territorial claim over that of the cat. And I have put protection around some of my plants. Let's see if we can establish an equilibrium here…

Squirrel protection