Dufton Agricultural Show Hill Race. 26/8/06
pike,
n., & v.t. 1 Long wooden shaft with pointed
steel or iron head. 2 Peaked top of hill (in
names of hills in Lake District). 3 Large
voracious freshwater fish notorious for ungentlemanly behaviour.

Mary and I spent a long weekend down in the Lake District
visiting our superbly sporty pals Jane and Jim. Unbeknown to us they
had a treat in store on the Saturday - taking us to Dufton Show which
amongst other things boasts a 3 mile hill race up (then down) Dufton
Pike. (We hadn't realised we were going to be racing so I'm afraid to
say we were not sporting PRC colours - oh the shame.)

Mary, Peter and Jane in front of Dufton Pike
The weather was bright as we cycled the 8 miles there.
The day was warm but with occasional downpours. We registered and warmed
up trying to get an idea of the size of the hill about a mile and a
half away that dominated our afternoon.

After a delayed start we set off and headed
downhill through a field, over a couple of bridges, and over more rough
ground, and about a mile into the race began to slow to a walk up the
hill. I was in 6th place (possibly 35+ entries?) at this point but quickly
dropped to 11th by the time we had got to the top of the hill. This
is fell-running territory and the locals know all about hills. As I
walked up the very steep ground, the sweat falling from my face - not
in drops but in sheets - I was thinking that I'd get back a few places
on the way back down.


At the summit we turned round a guy holding up a big
flag on a pike. I believe there was scenery but saw none as the pace
picked up and I charged after the folk ahead. Not only did I not catch
up with the runners ahead but another one went past on the steep ground.
The grass was short and there wasn't any heather as you might find north
of the border, but my legs were too jellied from the ascent to go any
faster. (I would also like to call upon the previous days' sporting
and drinking activities to excuse my lacklustre performance, but in
essence the other runners were just faster.) I passed Mary then Jane
on my way down the hill and grunted hellos.
Well shoogled up reaching the bottom of the hill I regained
some composure and picked up the pace, and the one place I had dropped
descending, but was unable to catch the first woman (3 secs faster)
who had gone past just before we reached the summit, increased her lead
on the descent, but slowed on the last flatter mile back over the rough
ground to the start/finish. She, Sally Newman(?), was not only faster
but older as well. I felt well beaten, but it was a good small race.
Mary came in a short time after, racing up the last field in a very
determined way.
The determination paid off with Mary coming fourth woman
and first f35~44, receiving an envelope at prizegiving. I came in just
over 29mins - a pw for a 5k - second m40 but no prize.

After a change of clothes and a plate of unsophisticated
food in the food tent, we went to examine the arts and crafts tent which
proved the highlight of the day. Although there were some traditional
vegetables laid out and judged, there was a large number of categories
that boggled the mind. And there was quite the most surreal response
from the local artisans.

best scarf?
As we entered the tent there were some rather plain
photos, pretty much what you might expect, but then there was a table
of womens' scarves and head-squares. Not homemade, but purchased in
a shop then displayed by the owners to be judged.

best dressed doll
That was just the start; I had to read some of the categories
twice to make sure I wasn't mistaken: “best dressed doll”
had a camp looking action man in a knitted football strip. Best cake
by a male, 3 rock buns on a plate by a male. Best cushion of flowers
in a saucer. Best flower arrangement depicting a Fairy Tale. Best edible
necklace! And the “decorated footwear” section wasn't just
painted wellies, but had a lady's evening shoe containing a floral arrangement,
and other such unwearable delights.

best wrapped gift - note newspaper on right winning second prize


all five knitted squares (right) deservedly winning prizes

best cake by a male and 3 rock buns on a plate by a male

angry piggies?



decorated footwear

edible necklaces next to floral cushions in a saucer

the three bears are vividly brought to life in this floral rendition
of the fairy tale
Fun seemed to be the common theme and it was great
to see so many off-the-wall categories with the entrants rising to meet
the challenge. It was brilliant - and in its unpretentious way outshone
any show I've seen recently at the Edinburgh Festival. I really want
to find out the categories for next year's event and submit a few exhibits
myself. I'm not in quite the same hurry to compete in the hill race
again though.

Outside, away from the sinking Titanic bouncy castle
ride, a mounted fancy dress competition was being judged with the winner
being a very dapper Little Miss Muffet complete with spider.
Many thanks to Jim and Jane for a memorable 5 days esp.
swimming in the lakes despite the possible presence of large voracious
fish.
Highly recommended.
No online results that we can find.
Report Peter Buchanan,
Photos Mary, Peter and Jim
