Water bottles and rigid forks. Ah, the olden days.
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A scary Spud re-fuelling in tent
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My chef skills extended to hot water
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Come on in, it's lovely in here
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I probably should have written something at the time rather than 15 years later,
but this was the first Polaris Challenge that Spud and I took on.
Over in Exmoor, on day one I seem to remember that we planned a linear route,
bagging lots of points along the way, and culminating in the highest value
checkpoint. We then found ourselves on the wrong side of the county for the
overnight camp, the subsequent ride back across Exmoor broke me, and my legs
cramped up completely. We arrived just over 30 minutes late and lost most of our
points in time penalties. Out of the game then, day two was a somewhat more relaxed effort,
our final position reflecting the first day's mistakes.