Jura Weekend

15 miles and 7500' of bog and rock including a little bit of tarmac torture to finish, thats the Jura Fell Race, must be doing something right as this was the 30th year running and the 200 or so entries were booked out within a couple of days. This was my first time although I had thought about entering for the last few years, difficult logistics and what you might call a high tariff had put me off.

Its an achievement getting there in time for the race and runners choose a variety of ways, some via Arran, others the Tayvallich launches, some by canoe, I took the slow road, car to Kennacraig, boat to Islay, boat to Jura then a cycle to Craighouse, the vestiges of modern life dropping off with each step.

Road closure due to an accident at Butterbridge on the way nearly cut the weekend short but a quick about turn through Hell's Glen and we managed to bypass the blockage.

Arrived at Kennacraig amongst many familiar faces for a lovely sail to Islay, Jura's mountains looked awsome in the evening sun. A short hop across the sound of Islay to Jura followed by an hours undulating cycle to Craighouse, an easy 8 mile coastal road even more fun with a 20kg rucksack on my back.

Craighouse is a small village, a shop, a few houses, the Jura hotel, the Jura distillery, I think around 200 people inhabit the island, most at Craighouse, race weekend must treble the islands population.

Set up tent on the hotel lawn and go for some rehydration then a walk to loosen off from my first time on a bike in a couple of years, ouch.

Race day and the weather has closed in, cloud from about 1500' below all the tops. Spent some time checking bearings and comparing notes with other runners, one good soundbite was even if you are in what appears to be a strong group don't just follow, make your own decisions, know where you are and where you want to go.

Set off at 10:30, the route has 8 timed checkpoints, the first three are over complex hills, then the three Paps with Corra Bheinn to finish.

About 210 start and soon in single file up towards CP1, target 1 hour, even before we entered the murky clag got the compass out and started checking bearings at every turn or lump, made it in 50 minutes. The second checkpoint is reached via a curving rocky ridge, I had two bearings to take me there, the change from one to the other is the hard bit. Couldn't see a thing, just kept checking the compass, now running in a group of about 10 or 12 all slightly hesitant with map and compass in hand, lost a few minutes on the way to CP2.

Marshall told me compass a bit iffy at CP2 and suggested a left turn, I wasn't going to argue, as we dropped down below the cloud the advice looked reasonable and we soon came to the small loch for the next bearing which seemed to be ok. A short traverse past the loch and a final bearing for the climb and in a few minutes we were up to CP3.

The steep drop into Glen Astille preceeds the Paps, the group now down to about 8. Across the glen we could see the runners in front disappear into the mist. Onto page 2 of my route notes. Visualise follow a stream, move leftish, then right to avoid the worst of the boulder fields. We climb back into the clag, the ground a bit different, 2000' up within a mile on ground so rough that you wouldn't throw a dead werewolf down. One guy breaks ahead but the rest of us stay reasonably close together. We summit together and trot along a very narrow ridge, probably hands and knees on a clear day, the run off is 1100' in 3/4 of a mile of tough but fun scree running, the rocks slide down and hit you from behind if you stop too long, some a bit too big for comfort.

The clag slightly thinner here and through the gloom we first hear then see the marshalls clapping us to the base of Pap No 2 for the trudge up the craggy ridge and onto page 3. Another steep climb, 1400' in just over half a mile, get a bit cold and drop to the back of the group, stop to put on my jacket, it's the last I'll see of them until the finish. Glad of the mist as I pass huge steep cliffs just before the top. Another ridge run then hang a right when you pass a ruin. A steep two bearing descent follows, 1500' down in half a mile, a bit stop start over heather and scree, see another runner away from my line, ignore him, stick to the lines I picked and pop out  under the clag with Pap 3 in front.

Catch another runner on the climb, he seems ok but a bit unsure, chat him up the hill, we debate a few route choices, the tops a laugh, boulders everywhere. We have a wee break on the top, chat to the marshalls before clambering off down through rather big chuckies, my new companion, an Ileach keeps pushing us left into steeper rockier ground, not happy I take us back onto the planned bearing and we work our way down, a sort of flailing falling kinda running through ankle snapping scree. My pal waves me on, he is slow going down. As I leave the last Pap the clag clears the tops!

The last hurrah as the cheery marshall points out is just up that wee gully to the top of Corra Bheinn then you'll have a lovely run off to Three Arch Bridge and a final 3 mile tarmac trot. I have now had cramp in at least 3 different leg muscles in turn, both legs at once of course, takes your mind off the pain of going uphill. I reach the gulley after a few minutes and although near vertical for some reason it is a joy to scramble through. From there its a short push to the top. The marshall kindly supplies some isotonic lucozade which soon kicks in on the 30 odd minute run down the deer tracks to the final checkpoint at 3AB. More lucozade and the first couple of road miles comfy, pass a few people all encouraging. The last mile weary, only boost is I manage to pass a walking runner.

Ignore the prize giving in favour of a shower, a cold one at that, return to the hall to pick up my tee shirt and certificate, free tea coffee and cakes then go for a lie down before the nights entertainment.

Food and drink in the busy hotel bar keeps me going until about 1:00 am then drift off to sleep to the sound of a thumping Ceildh in the village hall.

Sunday dawns to sunshine and a midge dispersing breeze for a leisurely journey home. Starts out well when a kindly nurse offers to take my rucksack back to Feolin while I enjoy the cycle. Only hiccough is another road closure due to a bad accident at Ardgarten requiring a detour through Crainlarich.

Results now out and I was 193 out of 199 finishers, with 10 or 15 others timed out at various checkpoints, I finished in 6 hours 17 mins and 20 seconds. A superb getaway weekend of smiles and hills. I took a few pictures, link here. Race pictures from a local photographer starting to appear here.