Teaching navigation skills in bad weather is a good thing…
…and the last week has been particularly “grim”. Cold, windy days with the Peak District hills hidden away under a heavy blanket of low cloud. Normally, running in these conditions isn’t particularly pleasant, but the bad weather happened to coincide with two navigation sessions I was delivering and so provided a real test of the runners’ map and compass skills.
It’s easy to convince yourself that you can navigate when you’re warm; when you can relax your grip on the map without fear of it being whipped from your hand to disappear into the distance; when your bare hands can turn the compass dial unencumbered by thick gloves; when your eyes don’t stream from the fierce wind and blowing sleet; when you can feel your fingers, toes and nose and when the sun casts shadows on the distant hills.
But when it’s “grim”, what then?
|Navigating in “grim” weather|
On Wednesday, a bitter easterly wind and hill fog greeted us as we climbed onto the moor from Ladybower reservoir, leaving behind the security of the path and heading into the gloom.
“How long do you think it will take?” I must have asked John the question a dozen times as he grappled with the numerous variables that were going to affect our speed: distance, terrain under foot, wind direction, ability to focus on recognisable features, and all whilst dealing with cold hands, running nose and steamed up glasses. It would have been very tempting to call it a day, go back to the shop for a hot drink and look at expensive jackets, but he persisted. A little hint here and there – “look at the contour lines” and then, BINGO! Out of the murk the tiny sheepfold we had been looking for emerged – well done! Confidence lifted, frozen feet temporarily forgotten, where next? “How long do you think it will take?”
|Into the gloom|
And on to Saturday, different location same weather. The featureless Dark Peak moors can be intimidating at times and in poor weather the expression “godforsaken” springs to mind. And so it was off into this harsh, unforgiving environment that we went, micro-navigating, looking for tiny features in the landscape. Graeme and Lynne were familiar with the basic concepts of navigating and wanted to fine tune their skills to enable them to be more precise when locating features and thus become more confident for fell races and orienteering events.
Counting paces…60 steps…we should be there…where’s the pond?…stop…check the compass…have we drifted?…is this it?…call this a pond?!
|You see that bit of heather?|
And thus it continued, taking compass bearings on barely visible lumps of heather and counting paces.
“It should be 100 metres in that direction.”
“What does 100 metres look like?”
“Well Usain could run it in under 10 seconds! I’d like to see him do that up here!!”
|What does 100 metres look like Usain?|
And again success, stream junctions emerging on cue, a change in the slope right where we expected it to be and two happy runners with more confidence in their abilities.
We like “grim” conditions, if you can navigate then, then you can navigate.