16 runners turned up for the first Tinto
handicap race to bag some mega club points. When we arrived
at the car park there were clear views up to the summit and the
sun
was shining – honest! Just in time for the first runner,
the heavens opened, the torrential stair rods came down and some
mist settled on the tops. The route took us up the main route
and round the trig point, then back down and off on a path at
almost ninety degrees towards Scaut Hill. There were creative
routes to Totherin Hill with some opting to traverse across the
heather to a sheep track and others retracing steps and heading
more in the Maurice Cleugh direction. It lashed for the duration
of the race and Moira had her brolly up as she came into finish – alternative
body cover, but hard to fit in the bum bag. As soon as the last
runner finished the skies cleared and the sun came out – honest!
Afterwards we dried off and refuelled in the Tinto Hotel. Jill