These last two weeks at work, with 5 days followed by4 night shifts, left me with a bad case of corporate cabin fever, and i’ve been thinking desperately what to do with myself. My plan to go off to the beach and metal detect this morning fell down when I checked the tide tables and found it would be high tide by the time I got there.
Yesterday morning, on starting down the hill at Emley Moor, I heard GX0OOO on G/SP-005, Pendle Hill, who immediately vanished as I got lower. I decided I wanted that contact, but rather than just turn around and go back up to the tower, I set off towards Holmfirth to find a high spot, eventually working him from near Cumberworth.
Knowing that John then went on to activate Black Hill, and I missed him because by that time I was asleep, I realized that what I really wanted to do this morning after finishing a run of four night shifts was SOTA. The trouble was, I only realized this at 06:00 this morning!
I had no portable radio equipment with me. So, I went home, 35 miles to Selby. Had a cup of tea, and threw together some kit. At 10:00, I was heading back the way I came - to Black Hill, known to myself and my colleagues as Holme Moss. I had allowed an hour to get to the layby on the A635, and a further hour to reach the summit. By the time I was passing through Denby Dale, this was starting to look more unlikely as by now all the slow moving old grannies were out and every turn I made I was still behind one doing only 2/3 the speed limit! And it seems no one in West Yorkshire today had indicators.
Arriving at the layby to the north of the summit, just a couple of minutes later than expect, I found the next impediment to a swift ascent - the wind. I could barely open the car doors! Getting my boots and jacket on was like a scene from a Marx brothers comedy. I dont know how strong the wind was, but it made me think twice for a moment, and I did consider abandoning the attempt. But, with my Alinco DJ-F1E 2m handie in my pocket, trekking pole in one hand, flask of coffee in the other, and a Clansman PRC-320 HF Manpack on my back, I set off directly into the full oncoming force of the gale.
For the whole ascent, I was either at serious risk of being blown off the path by the crosswind, or battling face first into it as I pushed up the slope. There was no real respite even when the wind was blocked by Dean Clough beck, as this deep narrow cut is seriously steep on both sides. Having not done Black Hill before, I didnt appreciate just how steep an ascent this is! It took me 70 minutes to reach the trig point at the summit, a few more to find a peat hag I could shelter behind, and a few further to set up the Clansman.
The newly installed Android spotting app took care of announcing my presence on 60m, and a cup of coffee later I started calling,
Now, I knew that 5MHz was a long shot - I was using the 2.5m whip antenna! About 10mins calling and no replies, I gave up on the hideously inefficient 5MHz setup, respotted and retuned to try my luck on 40m
Now, things started to happen! 8 QSO’s on 40m, including a S2S with GW4AZS on GW/NW-002. My signal, as could reasonably be predicted, was very weak, 3/3, 4/4, 5/5 being the average reports. When 40m dried up, I considered finishing off and, with my now cold hands and face, and wet knees and rear, setting off back down, after all I had accomplished the activation.
I decided though to give 20m a quick go. With the 2.5m whip now somewhat more efficient at 14MHz, I was pretty excited to find myself fairly batting off stations at a rate of knotts! 31 QSO’s later, very cold, with one attempt to drink more coffee foiled by the gale, and only my trousers getting a hot brew down them, I finally stopped taking ‘one last call’, and shut down the Clansman. With the headset and antenna packed away, I had a final quick go on 2m FM. Only 2 QSOs, bringing me up to a total of 33 QSOs in about an hour. Much better than expected.
I packed up, slipped the radio back on my back, and wandered back to the trig point to regain the path, and have a few moments chatting to the only other walker i’d seen on the hill. With the wind now fairly pushing me down the hillside, I found some sections it was actually safer to jog a little than try and walk! I set of at a good pace, causing more black grouse to flee and passing by and through the un-sunlit hollows where several inches of snow still clings on. Pausing only to refasten my left boot, and to let past a fell runner (who got back to his car beside mine, having run up to the summit and back, a few minutes after me!) it took me a mere 40 minutes to reach my car again.
After finishing off the coffee sat in the car, and with a face so windburnt that the last time it felt like that was after insulting a young lady, I returned home, again finding myself all the way behind the slow moving old biddies!
All in all a good but rather cold activation. Looking forward to Monday now and G/SP-001 Kinder Scout!