Si and Spiny go paragliding in Spain!

Got to apologise as once again I'm struggling to post new stuff 'cos of time and also the fact that I haven't done much sport for ages due to work and other commitments. So I've rooted out yet another article from years ago which might be of interest to those who paraglide and are thinking of travelling further afield to find some decent weather.

Me and my mate Spiny used to make an annual paragliding pilgrimage to Andalucia, Spain. We enjoyed classic flying conditions most of the time and even squeezed some climbing in on the odd occasion when the weather wasn't flyable.

Our mates Baz and Samantha live out in Algodonales near to Ronda, only a 3 hour EasyJet flight away from Liverpool. It's a cracking place for cross country flights and only one hours drive from El Chorro and some fantastic sport climbing in the spectacular gorge there. This is a short account of a trip from way back in 2002 to give a flavour of the sport on offer over there...

Nova Carbon – a great wing in 2002!
"With two top gliders to fly, a Nova Carbon and an Ozone Octane, me and Spiny were buzzing about this latest trip to Algodonales because until this year we've rarely had equal performance kit. Now we had a good chance of starting and finishing a cross country flight together provided we got lucky with the thermals and the experience of gaggle flying with other people is fantastic. We had to ballast up with six litres of water apiece as for the first (and probably last!) time in our lives we'd each lost a bit of weight – cheers to Mick at Lifestyles Gym for that one!!! With flight decks included the total weight of the glider bags we were carrying was over 28 kilos – no wonder EasyJet gave us a load of hassle when we flew out to Malaga...

Banked up in a thermal
Overall, the weather was pretty good with six flyable days out of nine and a reasonably high cloudbase for the time of year. This made it possible to get several flights in of up to 30 kilometres in distance and heights of 1,600 feet above take off (4,600 feet above sea level). Climbs of 600 to 800 feet per minute were the norm although in high summer you could probably double that at times! It was a normal occurrence to find yourself 3,000 feet or more above the ground when we were over the flatlands and it took a bit of getting used to compared to the two or three hundred feet of space that you usually get in the UK at this time of year!

Climbing with Baz
The three unflyable days were still nice by comparison with the weather at home and so with Baz and Bill we headed for El Chorro to do a few routes. For a guy who owns a climbing shop to be leading on a tatty fifteen year old rope is a sad state of affairs but at least I know where it's been... It's a bit sad that the infamous Camino del Rey walkway around the cliffs has been made inaccessible by removing the first 30 feet or so at the start but apparently the Spanish are fed up with people falling off it and killing themselves!!! Me and Baz had teetered around the crazy and often lethal ledges a couple of years earlier and scared the hell out of ourselves so consider the box well and truly ticked... We did several routes in the Los Cotos area – enough to wave two fingers at Marcus who thinks I never go climbing any more!

Me, Mick and vulture on another trip
The other couple of unflyable days were spent trying to learn kitesurfing and doing a bit of mountain biking on the nine year old Saracen hardtail I left out in Spain two years ago. There was also time to chill out in the village and sample a few cracking bars and restaurants.

Then it was back to some class flying in fantastic surroundings and in really close company with the ever present Griffon Vultures. If you ever saw Steve Leonards' 'Extreme Animals' programme on BBC1 you'll have seen the bit where he was tandem flying a paraglider in the Himalayas with pilot Bob Drury. Well, you don't need to go as far as Nepal to see exactly the same amazing bird as they're prevalent in Andalucia too! You can join them in thermals and follow them around and despite their huge size and fearsome appearance they're really sociable and can show you the best lift and when to leave it. We've never had any problems flying with them despite being only six or seven feet away from them at times and there being flocks of vultures thirty plus strong!

Typical Spanish terrain
The flying around Algodonales is superb with flights away from the take off mountain (Lijar) being frequently possible. The terrain around the area is a mixture of cultivated fields, olive groves and tree covered hillsides which provide plenty of places to land provided you plan early. Thermal triggers abound and you can catch real 'late saves' from as low as two hundred feet off the ground – if you don't believe me then check out the GPS height profile graph below! Samantha is the world's best retrieve driver and you're never on your own in the middle of nowhere for too long – she knows where all the best tapas bars are too! Baz is one of the areas top XC pilots on hang glider and paraglider so if you get chance to follow him you should do great things...

One of the joys of this trip was being able to log the longer flights on our GPS's and then analyse them afterwards. My unit was a Magellan SporTrak Pro which together with the MapSend software provides an exact plot of the flight distance and height profile. The example below is one flight only and the units on the graph are miles flown along the horizontal axis and height gains in feet on the vertical axis.

Read out from one flight of about 25 miles
As far as I'm concerned, flying doesn't get better than when you're locked into a thermal going up at a rate of knots with your mate on his wing just metres away from you. If he drops out or loses height, you try to talk him back up over the radio and he does the same if you're in trouble. It's a brilliant experience and you can keep an eye out for each other if there's any bother.

2002's visit to Andalucia was finished with a chilled one hour flight in smooth(ish) evening air above Lijar in company with about 20 Griffons and after landing at the Bull Ring, me and Spiny had the mother of all waterfights with the remaining ballast!!! 

Cheers to Baz and Sam at the Andalucian Experience, Bill, Rene, Rick and Denise, Mark and Anders for a lot of fun amongst all the frightening bits!!! And of course to Spiny – another top flying trip with the old boy – can't wait to go back if Lizzie lets me..."

Rare shot of UK flying!
POSTSCRIPT:
Since 2002, Spiny and me have been out many times to fly in Southern Spain with Baz and Sam and had more amazing flying as our knowledge of the area has developed and the gliders have improved year by year. The big problem with UK paragliding has been the increasingly bad weather which makes the number of flyable days very low.

Without the opportunity to fly abroad, a lot of us would be climbing the walls with frustration but luckily Europe offers stunning and exciting flying in a huge variety of terrain and temperatures.

One of these days I'll write a new blog about more recent flying trips – maybe in the Alps and illustrate it with photos from the new crop of wide angle cameras like the Go Pro which give brilliant results when carried on a glider – see the grab opposite from a video when scratching around on Pule Hill above our village.

Advice on starting ski touring...

I am asked many times about the way into ski touring/mountaineering and thought I'd post this email advice I gave a customer a couple of years ago as it's still relevant now...

When I first started getting away from the crowds on piste, I used devices called BCA Alpine Trekkers which make downhill bindings tour compatible with regular boots and they are a good compromise if you don't want to go the full hog with touring hardware and the expense of dedicated kit. After all, one guy in the States used Alpine Trekkers to ski 53 of Colorado's 54 14,000 foot peaks!

Downside is the weight which allied to the fact you'll be using heavy downhill skis and boots mean some extra resilience and fitness is needed. Upside is you can go playing out on the odd occasion we get snow in the UK on a shoestring and with your regular downhill kit – just source a pair of second hand skins (if you can!) and you're away!

Soon enough, if you persevere with this kind of rig you'll hanker after the pukka gear. (I did!!) In fact I got so much into ski mountaineering and touring, I set up a small section of our shop with product and started running alpine courses to get more people into it!!! In fact I can bore the pants off anyone with my enthusiasm for the game...

By the way, on the subject of skinning (walking) with ankle and power-strap loose; yes, this'll give a downhill boot more flexibility but it's also a sure fire way to get some mega blisters after a few miles. Take it easy - I tramped the entire Haute Route with a raw heel and found out the hard way! As soon as you have the chance, buy a specific pair of touring or freeride boots – as a rule of thumb, the stiffer the boot the better it'll ski downhill but the worse it'll be for walking all day in!

I hear some people suggesting Dynafit bindings but I have found that although very light, the release facility is perhaps not the best for the average joe when using them in anger and I prefer the evergreen Fritschi Diamir's in whatever format takes your preference. Dynafit's have a great following amongst the professional fraternity such as guides etc.
 
My rig now for backcountry skiing is a pair of Scott Missions with a 128/89/115 geometry, Fritschi Freeride Pro bindings and Colltex skins. These skis shouldn't ever embarrass you even when hooning around on piste (although you won't be skiing slalom gates with them...). If you're planning longer multiday tours but still want a competent downhill rig, then go for a narrower ski instead – maybe around a 75-80mm waist. The boots I use are a compromise between lightness/flexibility for climbing and a desire for downhill performance so I've gone for Scarpa's more back country skiing orientated Typhoons which have a sole unit compatible with both touring and downhill bindings. They also solve the problem of having to own two pairs of boots for separate ski disciplines. Those wanting a less burly and dedicated touring only boot would go for something along the lines of Scarpa's Maestrale which is more articulated and lighter for walking but still skis well.

The subject of ski mountaineering as a pose to ski touring is a vast one and depends on your definition of mountaineering. The hardcore climbers are merely using the skis as a means of transport to their main objective - a technical route and the kit just needs to be functional enough to ascend and then survive a descent where style and maybe even enjoyment are not the major issues. For them, second hand, more traditional kit available more cheaply will probably serve quite adequately.

Guys like me and my mates work hard on the ascents and want to savour the descents in all conditions, so the current crop of big mountain skis together with midweight, strong and safe freeride bindings provide awesome performance. Yep, they're not cheap, but how much did it cost you to be out there in the first place? Exactly...

But best advice of all. STAY SAFE. Carry the safety kit and know how to use it. Take local advice or hire a guide between a few mates – their knowledge of the backcountry where they work is priceless. Just 'cos we CAN get to the backcountry doesn't always mean we SHOULD be there...

The Spam Challenge!

Si and Geoff
I'm still struggling with time to write the blog so I'm re-publishing a story of a cycle trip made a few years ago which tested friendship and endurance...

A good friend and customer of Mountainfeet, Geoff Eldridge was intrigued to read of Adventure Travel Magazines SPAM Challenge and devised a testing trip by bike within the challenge stipulations. The plan would be to cross the Channel at Dover and cycle to Germany and back, taking in France, Belgium, Holland, and Luxembourg for a total of five countries in five days. The twist to this challenge was that it had to be completed on on £70 each – including the ferry crossing! Not surprisingly, he struggled to find anyone daft enough to accompany him and mentioned the fact to me at the shop. His account of turning an idea into reality and how we covered nearly 600 miles by bicycle follows...

Day One - Sunday 21st April - Dover to Oudegem
04.15 Si Taylor, owner of Mountainfeet in Oldham, and I took an early hours P and O ferry to Calais. It cost £18 one way and the clock moved on an hour as soon as we landed at sunrise. As it turned out, we needed that hour more than the money!

07:15 We were on the road in the chilly morning air and trying every damn road to find a way out of Calais that allowed bikes! Once on the right road we were moving quickly at over 18 mph and heading for the Belgium border. Sadly, there wasn’t much to see yet and it was flat so we dug in and focused on the cycling.

08:30 We crossed gleefully into Belgium near Adinkerke and took the first cheesy ‘border photo’, pleased we were cracking on at so fast a pace.

09:35 Breakfast in Veurne with 45 miles tucked away and we were on a high. An amiable lady in a patisserie freely parted with some bread and pastries at the mere sight of us. Perhaps refugees from the UK are more common than one would have expected. Was this a good omen?

10:30 to 19:00 I now embarked on a journey into a mixture of memories and misery. Lack of sleep and calories was to take its toll on me more than Si. For the trip to stand a chance, we had to get beyond Brussels that night and we were gutted to be short of our target by 30 miles when by necessity we stopped near Dendermonde. We crashed out on the back lawn of a Belgium couples house who were so kind that they gave us a couple of beers that night and a picnic lunch for the next day. There were now 120 miles on the clock - the furthest Si had ever biked in one day and although he had never tried cycle camping before this trip he was clearly going to be the stronger of us. Crippled twice in one day by an ‘energy bonk’ all I could do was try and hang as close to his back wheel as possible and worry about the pain in the arse – literally. He’s 15 years younger than me okay!!!

Day 2 - Monday 22nd April - Oudegem to Vaals
07:30 The crazy cycle rush hour around Dendermonde is a very fond memory of mine.  Everyone gave way to us, as unlike the UK, Belgium embraces cyclists. Motorists and pedestrians alike are cycle conscious and make allowances generally unheard of in the UK. This was cycling heaven and the weather was playing a part too with cloudless skies and temperatures into the mid twenties.

16:20 We both liked Belgium but were not sorry to get out of it and pass in to our third country – Holland near Maastricht, where we admired the efficient waterway system criss-crossing the Low Countries and providing a welcome visual break from miles and miles of fields.

18:45 Just short of the German border at Vaals we checked into a campsite with 231 miles behind us. We had started to find some hills – oh and by the way that was two scorching hot days done. We were scrounging water as we went along to save euros for food so we had to just hope it was good stuff as you need an awful lot of it. This was the first campsite we had seen since leaving Calais and I didn’t want to relinquish it without a struggle. While I put the tent up, Si rode the few extra miles over the border into Germany as a recce for the morning. I suppose with hindsight we should have done another two or three hours and made up some of the lost time. Anyway, we feasted that night on Si’s patent Pasta splodge washed down with a surprisingly decent cheap bottle of Cote de Rhone (1.65 euros)

Day 3 - Tuesday 23rd April – Vaals to Houffalize
07:30 We hit the road again blinking back the sleep and not fully recovered from the previous day.

07:45 Into Germany at Aachen (Tick the box - 4th Country done – I felt like an American tourist!)

08:00 Return to Holland again but with hills this time! Oh no…

08:45 Back into Belgium near Gemmenich.  Another sweltering day and lots of hills. Big hills in big heat. If it was not for Si, the 5 day target would have been blown right then and there because in Malmedy at lunch time I would have quit. This crazy pace was no way to see such a beautiful country. I wanted to sit outside the cafĂ© and drink beer and chill out with everyone else. (To rub it in my colleagues back in the UK would have been suffering the monthly team meeting!) So did Si but his resolve was way stronger than mine. It was the five countries in five days that was more important. We had publicly said we were going to do it so we were committed. That’s all there was to it...

It was the seating arrangements of the trip that were going to become critical! As keen outdoor sport enthusiasts, the legs and lungs were pretty good after two and a half days but I would recommend that anyone thinking of trying this kind of endeavour to get the right saddle first. Even consider taking a gel cover – ironically, I had two at home! We were also burning more calories than we were taking on so that didn’t help, which meant we were having to dip into our dwindling supply of power bars.

14:35 We’d packed for cold, wet conditions and yet each day was scorching hot! We had to get rid of some weight. The tin of Black Pepper Spam met its end at Vielsalm just short of the Luxembourg border, although son of Spam (Si’s can of Spam Lite) lived on and survived the purge!

The Spam was a feast in itself and a more worthy sacrifice could not have been wished upon it. The spot has been duly marked on the map for posterity!

15:30 The Luxembourg border was finally crossed near Deiffelt. At last, 5 countries visited and all we had to do was get home. (If only it was that simple!) But the heat and hills stretched before us into the Ardennes for an awfully long way.

Cycling is a cheap, healthy and a wonderful way to travel. You see things for free that the motorist misses.  You hear the wildlife and can exchange greetings with other cyclists and the residents of the numerous villages. Just don’t bite off more than you can chew mileage-wise!!!

17:00ish Back into familiar Belgium. I was so whacked that I don't even remember crossing the border again, somewhere near Wilwerdange. All I could do was turn the pedals and dream of sleep…

19:40 Finally done for the day and trying to make the money grabbing campsite owner understand that we wanted to spend our limited budget on a cheap bottle of plonk and not on his bloody shower. With 316 miles done we were now about 40 miles behind our intended target and as you cannot buy anything in Houffalize after 1900 we had to make do a beer from the bar. It had been a very long hard day...

Day 4 - Wednesday 24th April – Houffalize to Virginal Samme
07:00 A beautiful morning cycling the lush hills, valleys, forest and pastures of the Ardennes. Which included Si spotting a wildcat crossing the road in front of him! (Felis silvestris). We also paused in La Roche en Ardenne to take the obligatory ‘sitting on WWII tank’ photo!

13:30 I ‘hit the wall’ as they say, under the midday sun near the top of another long climb around Haversin.  The liquid intake was phenomenal but the need to expel it nonexistent! We lunched on Baguette, Beef Tomato and Camembert in the shade of some trees and enjoyed a conversation with half a dozen curious cows. Can life get any better than that?

14:00 We hit the road to Namur following the River Meuse. The heat was debilitating at 28°C° – even in the shade. It was a pity there wasn’t any! It was flat by the river and should have been easy but I was spent and a headwind made it even worse.

16:00 Namur was full of commuters exhaust fumes and surprisingly hilly to get out of. On the edge of town I slept on a shady grass bank on the side of the road because, according to some people we asked, we had passed the last shop. So Si went all the way back into town. What a hero! When he came back we stoked up on fresh orange juice, Baguette and more Camembert (It’s dead cheap at 0.80 euro). I was then a man reborn. I couldn’t believe the new lease of life and we powered on, rather than just rode, for another 4 hours.

20:00ish  We found a deserted campsite in Virginal Samme where more Pasta splodge and budget Cote De Rhone were enjoyed. The hills were now done with – along with 420 miles.  There were just 140 miles between us and our goal of Calais where our trip would end.

Day 5 - Thursday 25th April Virginal Samme to Calais
07:00 We now began the hardest day’s cycling of my entire misspent life. Literally all the problems were in the arse end of the trip. That’s mine – not the country. Si faired little better in the pain department and my sores were now complaining even when I wasn’t sitting down. However around midday we entered the very sobering region of the First World War battlefields near Ypres.

13:00 Hill 62. My first experience of a wartime graveyard was Sanctuary Wood Cemetery. Nearly 2000 soldiers lay there and only 686 of them were named. When I originally conceived this idea I was hoping to be at one of these cemeteries at 11 o’clock on 11th November. I had thought it might have served as a poignant reminder that I have been lucky to have lived in a relatively peaceful time where I was unlikely to die young and had the chance to travel and experience life. (Mind you if I had tried this in November I would probably have joined them!)  Where we now stood, it was sunny and peaceful, yet 90 years ago the cemetery area itself had been obliterated by shellfire!

For the rest of the afternoon signpost after signpost pointed us to one cemetery or another but we had to ride. On another trip, a day spent checking this area out properly would not be a waste of time for anyone. Leastwise it would be of much more use to the soul than spending money on anti-wrinkle cream or designer jeans.

16:00 The nightmare 30mph headwind began with sixty miles still to go. At least it took the heat out of our fifth cloudless day but now this became the cycling journey from hell. Ironically we were on the same retreat as the WW2 soldiers trying to get back to Dunkerque so maybe we were lucky after all.

21:25 Tremendous! We had finally finished in the dark and were buying our tickets for the ferry with the remains of our seventy quid. We were shattered and cold to the bone but our spirits were starting to lift with the pride of completing a difficult personal challenge.

22:30 Back to reality with a crash! We were waiting to board our ferry, which was late, and were back in the company of loudmouth English scallies who were swearing noisily. We had cycled 560 miles without any of it!  Maybe we should have ridden on. For 5 days there had been no such reminders of what we so often run away from here in the UK.

01:00   Back in the UK at Dover and 3 hours inside our challenge target time.  Tired, cold, and unbelievably hungry, the job was done…

Budget for the SPAM Challenge was £70 each. We came in well under budget with £62.20 spent as follows

  • Ferry fares per head £36.
  • Camping £9.20 per head (They never collected the fees for the third site) 
  • Food and wine exactly £17 per head (Receipts for proof if necessary). We lived on Baguettes, Camembert, fruit and pasta supplemented with an emergency stock of Powerbars and gel sachets
Distance travelled was 560 miles and the countries visited were FranceBelgiumHollandGermany (– Holland – Belgium) – Luxemburg – (Belgium – France).

Summing up the trip
As a trip it was a fantastic taster of what is so easy and cheap just across the Channel and as a personal challenge it fitted the creed,  ‘if it’s worth having then it will be hard fought for.’ Neither of us are experienced cycle tourers and although we made it up as we went along, we would heartily recommend it as a holiday for anyone and I am sure there is expert advice available out there if you look for it.

We have both said we will go back but at a more sensible pace and budget. Si will take his wife Liz because she is probably a lot better company than me – but he may lose out on the shower versus wine argument if it ever became an issue.  I am normally a bit of a loner (it’s the snoring!) who is easily distracted and I know I would have blown both the budget and target without Si's focus because I wanted to check out the cycle routes, the walks, the canals, the wildlife, the cafes, the battlefields, as well as getting back into the Ardennes to just disappear for while.  (To cook up another daft idea perhaps!)

Geoff Eldridge
 
Footnote:
The importance of the 5 day ceiling was that we had gone public with it and intended using the trip to not just enhance our own life experience but to use it to help raise funds for those that are not as lucky as ourselves.  To that end we had to succeed and we were lucky enough to raise over £1,200 for Cancer Research, a charity both Si and I have strong links to...


What I'd like to see in footwear design...

We've been fitting footwear at Mountainfeet with a podiatric eye for several years and have dealt with literally thousands of customers presenting hundreds of varied bio mechanical issues. As we've grown in experience, both through practice and study, we've come to the conclusion that the outdoor footwear manufacturing industry is still missing a trick or two.

We have many skills and tools available to us to improve the fit of footwear and to retrospectively add support or extra comfort where needed but I still feel that the bulk of manufacturers aren't looking at boot design with enough of an anatomical eye and in my humble opinion that's a huge mistake. There are decades of acquired skill relating to the design and manufacture of premium quality footwear from brands such as Scarpa, Meindl and Zamberlan but something tells me that the shaping (lasting) of their product still owes much to a certain 'suck it and see' development method rather than a study of what the dynamically performing foot needs to promote best health.

So, it was highly interesting to present a 'wish' list of the features we feel are needed in a modern day walking boot to a British designer and listen to his positive feedback.

I still find it hard to believe that most footwear isn't shaped to fit the foot properly and allow it to function properly. If you look at a foot that has been allowed to develop correctly, you'll notice that the widest point isn't where the toes start at the metatarsophalangeal joints (the flex point of the boot) but is actually where the toes end. So why does footwear nearly always taper in after the flex point?

If you have a look at the humble Croc footwear, you'll see the kind of shaping that should be applied to the forefoot area of walking footwear - asymmetric and wide to allow the big toes to extend forward on pronation without being deflected towards the second toe by unyielding leather. We currently have sourced a few models of footwear, mainly from Meindl that are close to ideal but there is scope for much more offering yet.

I gave a list of requirements to our designer friend along with four boot model names that all have interesting attributes. Will he rise to the challenge and eventually provide the product that we and untold other specialist footwear retailers need?

I'll certainly be back to let you know sometime soon...

The 'short' Long Way Round

Since I'm struggling for time to write new blog material, I thought I'd trawl our old website archives and post an article or two over the next few weeks. Some might be mine, others are written by customers based on their experiences.

This is the account of a short motorbike trip down to Spain quite a few years ago...

"A few months ago I watched a DVD on the epic motorbike travels of film stars Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman. Turns out these two are not only more than handy on two wheels but also a couple of 'right on' blokes who wouldn't look out of place in any pool room of any pub and be damn fine company into the bargain! They also found time on the trip to do some useful work for UNICEF and have probably doubled the sales of BMW off-road motorbikes!
   
The route
I immediately started pining for far off places and sunnier climes and contacted faithful old buddy and sports fiend (yes fiend, NOT friend!) Spiny to see if he was up for a week of biking round France and Spain in May with the Pyrenean mountain region as a focal point (not having free the three months necessary to cross Europe, Asia and America!!!). Naturally he said yes (girlfriend permitting) so vague plans were hatched included hacking in our two sports bikes (no more track days...) for a couple of big sit up and beg beasties in the form of a Kawasaki Z750 for Spiny and a muscle bound Yamaha XJR1300 for me.

We figured we would camp unless the weather got the better of us and took a North Face Roadrunner 22 tent which was to pass every test we gave it with flying colours.

Last requirement was for a GPS that could be used on the bike and then for general outdoor use on our return – a Magellan Meridian Colour with enough memory to get every street in Western Europe in it proved just the ticket...

Drying soggy kit
I finished work at the shop on Saturday evening and by 10pm we were caning it down the motorway in the freezing cold to Folkestone for a cheap Tunnel crossing. When we were spat out on the other side at 5:30am the weather was looking a little moody and after a kip in a car park it started raining. Our aim for the day was to get to the Loire Valley and after 6 or 7 rain lashed hours in the saddle we arrived in Anger (South of Le Mans) to find that our waterproof pannier covers had exploded in the 80mph+ airflow and all our kit was completely sodden! 'Cos our sleeping bags were now double their normal weight with water we suddenly felt a hotel calling and an hour later we were ensconced in an Ibis with every free area of the minute room littered with wet kit and the hotel hair dryer futilely shoved into soggy boots and leathers...

The following day dawned bright and sunny (thank God!) and we headed down to the mouth of the Loire to chill out in the coffee bars of Nantes for an hour before hooning down on ramrod straight roads to La Rochelle and then the mouth of the River Gironde which we crossed on a ferry before finding a camp site on a sand dune facing the Atlantic. Cheese, pate de foie gras and red wine, – see, even us scruffy bikers can do certain things in style – then a roughish nights kip in still slightly damp sleeping bags...

Roadrunner 22
Woke to early morning sun beating down – this was what we'd travelled out for! We established a pattern of avoiding motorways where possible and using Route Nationales and Departmental roads (N and D routes) so as to see as much of French life as possible and ride loads of bends. Unfortunately on the West coast the French road builders have been too flipping efficient and there are hardly any twisty bits! Still, we kept our average speed high and after a stop at the world famous 100 metre high Dune de Pyla we made Biarritz in the early evening and downed a beer on the legendary surf beach. Decided we weren't rich or beautiful enough to stay in Biarritz so we headed West and through the border to Spain where we climbed into the mountains and a fabulous deserted camp site.

Dawn brought more blue sky and saw us dicing dangerously with the fast, heavy lorries on the pass to Pamplona where each year people still run in the streets with fighting bulls. I reckon running with the bulls is the easy part of the life there – survive an hour in the city centre traffic and bulls won't present much of a problem! We used the GPS to good effect to get us the hell out of that crazy city and into the mountains proper where at last we tasted what we'd come for – bends, bends and MORE bends...

On the Col de Tormalet
The roads on the Spanish side of the Pyrenees were mainly better surfaced than their French counterparts and nearly deserted of traffic. We whooped and yelled as we pitched the bikes into them getting later and later on the brakes and exploring the limits of tyre grip until a sharp rasping noise from under my Yam told me I'd run out of ground clearance. Time to settle down and enjoy the seemingly endless roller coaster ride where the bike is rarely upright more than a few seconds before peeling over again and feeling that sublime combination of G-force, speed and grip that is common to so many of the precision sports we love.

Heading higher into the magnificent Pyrenees, we encountered pass after pass made famous by the Tour de France and other iconic cycle races. Bicycles often outnumber the cars here as wanabee Lance Armstrong's pit their muscle against the mountain. We surmounted the Col de Tormalet at about 2100 metres the easy way – with an engine for power before heading back into France to camp by a paragliding landing field in a quiet valley.

Mountain roads
Second full day in the Pyrenees saw more twisting and turning action than could possibly come anyone's way in Britain and then we met our particular 'Road of Bones' (see Ewan and Charley's book or DVD) in the form of a mountain pass that we rode despite it being firmly 'barree'd' (closed to traffic). Back in Spain and almost asphyxiated in a tunnel which must have been at least 6km in length we found a road towards Barcelona that was the best yet for bend thrills and where the scenery changed from Alpine to something resembling Arizona in just a short distance. And if this wasn't enough, the best was still to come...

Spectacular scenery
Deciding to cut back towards France via Andorra we stumbled across what we merely called 'Le Road'. I never have and probably never will ride such perfect bends again in such relaxed style (well, you only have my word for that!) and with such little traffic. We were going to photograph ourselves horsing round a mega-bend but thought better of it as undoubtably one of us would have fallen off! In climbing terms this was our Crag X and to be kept secret upon pain of death! (Bribery with MONEY may work though...) Of interest is the accuracy of the GPS unit which actually shows in detail each bend as its coming up – you're not running blind into hairpins and I'm convinced this had a beneficial effect on our riding. It's like the 'mobile phone in the great outdoors' debate – don't rely on it totally but use it if it's there and while it works...

Chilly at 2408 metres
Don't ever ride through Andorra la Vella – it's gridlock city and looks like that rough-house town in the first Star Wars film where they went to buy spare space craft parts! The open countryside beyond is rugged and picturesque as you run up to the ski resorts Soldeu and Pas de la Casa but as we crested the the last pass at a chilly 2400 metres my oil light stuck firmly on – a legacy of the punishment the poor engine had received over the last five days. We coasted down towards the warmth of the valleys and Ax le Therm where we pitched the tent and went for a beer and a pizza in town to celebrate the excellence of the days riding and what we thought was the end of the bends...

After filling the sump of the Yam with some outrageously priced oil, we had the seemingly tedious duty of riding the entire length of France in 2 days but the road out of Ax was pure mountain pass and sweet as honey! We arrived in fabulous Carcassone and despite me having worked 60 miles away on the coast for two years this was my first visit! Try the vieux (old) town by the castle if you're passing through and a nice little Bistro/Bar on the Rue Trivalle where we couldn't have had better service. Can't remember the name but there was a boar logo on the sign outside and several pieces of interesting artwork inside.

Cooking chilli in hotel
More awesome roads now to get us well into the Massif Central and a sudden shock when I slid sideways about three feet at well over 80mph on a damp road surface – time to slow down and rethink the route as there's a monster storm ahead... It's getting late and looks like being a 12+ hour in the saddle day if we're going to get to our goal of Clermont Ferrand for the night. We roll into Clermont in the dark, wet through again with my bike running on fumes only and spy a cheap, nice but shite self service hotel with rooms for fifteen quid! It's way past time to get any food outside so I play chef with the MSR Pocket Rocket stove and Wayfayrer's finest chilli con carne packet food which made the hotel room smell...er...interesting! Sorry fellow guests...!!

Si's XJR1300SP
Saturday dawns with us far from the English Channel and a big distance to ride on unexciting roads – we just get our heads and bikes into gear and get on with it. Spurning the motorways again until we're within sniffing distance of Calais and then we just want to get there so willingly pay the toll. Zap up to 100+ and we're checking onto the Channel Tunnel in no time with necks bulging like bulls from the bombardment of the headwind. We compare notes with three other British lads on bikes and are advised by the train guard that our bikes may fall over if we don't support them! How's that for inspiring confidence?

Spiny's Z750
Roll off at Dover with 5 hours night riding facing us so I take the easier option and head for my parents house near Kings Lynn where they are waiting for me at two o'clock in the morning with hot food! Oh the joy of having kids roll up on your doorstep at all hours – this kid's still doing it aged 41!!! Cheers Mam and Dad...

Another awesome trip completed and an interesting way to test some shop stocked camping gear and travel equipment. The GPS was invaluable and most of the serious bikers we met on route seemed to have one so I didn't feel too much of a gear freak.

For people who like statistics we were away 7 days, rode 2,704 miles, filled up with petrol around 20 times and rode 30,000 bends (this last figure is completely fictitious but it felt like it). The bikes performed flawlessly except for mine being a little thirsty for oil and petrol – oh yeah and a couple of bits of (hopefully) unimportant plastic fell off both of them.

Finally, cheers to Spiny who despite snoring like a git for 7 nights was damn fine company as always..."

Si Taylor – June 2005

Dedicated to Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman for inspiring
us to see a few places – one day we'll try going a lot further...

First two months in Marsden..

The finished building at Lakeside

Not written for ages – excuse being the oldest one in the book... Been too busy with work! Time has come now to explain to anyone who's interested the rationale behind Mountainfeet's move to Marsden and what the place can offer to serious outdoor types like me and you.

Running a small business in Oldham over the last couple of years has been like stopping the Titanic from sinking once she'd hit the iceberg. Whatever we did and however proactive we were, the business was doomed unless we moved away. Feedback about the service we provided and the level of expertise offered was fantastic but the long and short of was, people just hated coming into Oldham town centre and either put their visits off or went elsewhere.

I'd looked in vain for somewhere to relocate that would give myself and the boys somewhere to develop our analytical style of footwear fitting even more and that customers would find appealing to visit. Despite living in the beautiful Pennine village of Marsden I'd never looked at it as a viable location for a regular outdoor shop even though to many it might seem like the natural place for one. Having over ten years of ups and downs in the commercial retail world, I can tell you that shops are setting up for failure based on that kind of superficial viewpoint – I've seen enthusiastic people throw good money after bad because they didn't understand the dynamics of running a shop and the fact that the climate's only getting harder...

Several years ago a during a tough financial time at the shop, myself, Marcus and Phil sat down and took a long hard look at what might be the way forward in a business that needed to adapt to changing shopping habits. The internet had arrived in a big way and after a few small outdoor shops had enjoyed a modicum of success plying their trade online, it was obvious that long term, only the big players would have the economies of scale and the logistical setup to endure in a price driven market. As sports mad guys, we were interested in all the 'wrong' aspects of the shop – climbing kit, ski gear and other clothing and equipment that was becoming increasingly difficult to deal in! Time to look more closely at 'the boring stuff'!

We decided that most footwear shops, both fashion and outdoor orientated, didn't offer anything like the right kind of service and relied on almost a self serve type customer who would spot something they liked and then ask for what they thought was their size to be brought out. We knew that this was wrong straight away as we were all aware that the morphology of the foot changes over the years dependant on things like ageing, weight gain, injury and sports wear and tear.

Tools of our trade...
We also had a session looking at our own feet with consideration to the sports lifestyles we'd had. Not surprisingly, mine were the most damaged! Why was this and what could we offer people to prevent them suffering the same problems? I won't bore you with too much detail but over the next couple of years we developed and fine tuned a method of ensuring we sold people not only the right genre of footwear but just as importantly, the right size, volume and shape together with an overview of their foot function and a basic health check. The more our knowledge developed, the more convinced we were that working with a sports orientated podiatrist was the way forward. As soon as we had the confidence to converse on a professional level we cultivated an invaluable relationship with an excellent practice in Stalybridge owned by Tony Gavin who has become our friend and dare I say it, mentor...

For three years we watched the footwear side of our shop gradually eclipse every other aspect of the shop as people became aware of what we were doing and travelled increasing distances to visit us. In tandem with this, I put time and money into a niche speciality of my own – alpine ski touring. This provided an interesting sideline and got several local people into a purer version of downhill skiing through courses we ran in France. But by 2008 we couldn't get away from the fact that the bootroom was now firmly the hub of the business and we even renamed the shop Mountainfeet to reflect our intent to concentrate even more on footwear in the future.

By 2010, the recession had caught up with us big style despite winning two retailer awards but by being really frugal we were coping and just breaking even. But 2011 brought the spectre of Oldham's Metrolink development into sharp focus and with no transitional assistance whatsoever for small business during the groundworks, the end of Mountainfeet in Oldham was in sight.

Notice was given on the property at Rhodes Bank in July 2011 and for a couple of months I just buried my head in the sand and went through the motions of working out our notice period. For one unworthy moment I thought, "sod it, I'll just sack it all off and go work for someone else". Then I realised there was more to it than that. I had staff to think of. Staff who were friends, not just colleagues. Customers who were friends and not just customers. And many of those people relied on us to be open and travelled miles to get their footwear and their feet looked after.

So after a lot of abortive searching for premises we could afford and a potential rescue package from our good friend Tony if all else failed, we found ourselves here at Lakeside in Marsden. Much stress and hard graft has passed under the bridge since December when I took the building on. I had originally spoken to the excellent Alistair Hanson at Hanson Music on Warehouse Hill with a view to moving into a unit like his but nothing was available. Luckily, when I saw the building at Lakeside I was in a reasonably upbeat mood or I wouldn't have seen the potential of it and would have walked away because of the amount of work needed to refurbish it. (Click the link below for photos of the refurb - I'm warning you, there are a lot!)


Marcus
Phil
Anyway, three months later, all the works finished and we've been trading for two months now. Has it been worth it? Well, it's very early days yet and there's a lot of build money to pay back to the bank but it feels like a new beginning and we haven't even begun to scratch the surface in terms of what's possible here. Every day, someone new gets to hear about what we do and through them, we often get their friends and relatives showing an interest. And although we had one casualty on the staff front which saddened me a great deal, the boys I started all this with, Marcus and Phil, are still firmly involved and I value their contributions enormously. Of more interest is the fact that after those early years of us all studying anatomy and biomechanics in a random and haphazard way, Phil is now most of the way through a podiatry degree at Huddersfield University! And Marcus has just been accepted at Sheffield University to study radiography. I'm proud of my boys!!!

Learn about your feet...
So, going back to my earlier statement, I still firmly believe that a village like Marsden, as has been proved several times in Uppermill over the hill, couldn't sustain a conventionally aspirated outdoor shop. Anyone trading here needs an existing customer base from further afield and to continually develop more destination type business through specialist expertise worth travelling for. The advantages for Marsden village is that our shop isn't adding to any traffic or parking issues as footfall isn't high. Most of the good people who visit us are enchanted by the scenery and countryside on offer and are happy to explore the village and take advantage of Peel Street's facilities. Hopefully, given time, we'll dovetail into the local network of other businesses to offer benefits to all.

There will be some who come in the shop who won't understand the philosophy of the place or why in their opinion we don't have an inventory of every piece of outdoor clothing and equipment known to man. Some will stay and have a chat and will go away comprehending exactly what we're about. Others won't get it but probably wouldn't have gone further than kicking the tyres of our kit anyway and I guess we're not for them. We'll probably get cited as being expensive too by them. But the prices are the standard manufacturers RRP's and the advice and hands on service we provide doesn't cost extra and can frequently make a difference to a customers well being. One gent came in a few weeks ago and said he'd bought six pairs of boot over the last three years in internet sales but couldn't wear any of them as none of them fitted properly. I rest my case on value for money...

Lizzie
There are massive thanks due to many people who pitched in and helped over the last few difficult months with their time and expertise. Probably miss someone out but the main players were Rich and Adele Tayles, Will Evans, Paul Seddon, Hannah Beith and Doc Paul Sydney.

And of course the person without whom there would have been no Mountainfeet over the last twelve years is my brilliant wife Lizzie! Think I owe you a holiday later on this year...

Cap Collie
And now we're not working 24/7 any more (just 14/5!), it's time to start cultivating a Mountainfeet dog to complete the staff line up! There's a sofa here in the shop waiting for the right lad...

Here's a cracking picture of the original (and best ever!) Mountainfeet dog, Cap.
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