Johnny Light

Author's details

Name: Johnny Light
Date registered: 20/04/2012
URL: http://www.singletraction.co.uk

Biography

Barrow Monkey and spade technician.

Latest posts

  1. Digging It at Stainburn – April. — 18/04/2013
  2. Stainburn Black Spring Clean — 10/04/2013
  3. Natural Descender, a skills day in t’ Dales. — 22/07/2012
  4. Taking Back Stainburn Black — 20/05/2012
  5. On two years of Trail Building. — 23/04/2012

Author's posts listings

Apr 18

Digging It at Stainburn – April.

Lets not kid ourselves it’s been cold year so far. Dig days up until now have involved thermal layers and when we have swung a mattock into the frozen ground we’ve many times nearly blinded people with the shrapnel.  So it was a joy to get up on Sunday morning and find a clear blue sky waiting …

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Apr 10

Stainburn Black Spring Clean

It’s that time of year again!  Last year a bunch of the Stainburn Trail Crew regulars took the Warren Boulder Trail by the scruff of its boulders and gave it a cleaning it would never forget.  Finding lost trail, redefining the line and giving a few bits of loving repair where it was needed to …

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Jul 22

Natural Descender, a skills day in t’ Dales.

In May I was lucky enough to win a skills day with new skills training/guiding start up Roots Riding. I was really chuffed at this, while I’ve never booked on a skills day before I’ve often considered it but just never quite got round to it. I suspect that’s a common story.   Their Natural …

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May 20

Taking Back Stainburn Black

Warren Boulder Trail has a reputation. It is a reputation forged in blood, bruises and brown trousers. It is a reputation for Rocks. But sitting as it does in the thick Stainburn Forest this 2004 trail has been slowly but surely reclaimed by nature. The lines have slowly changed and migrated, the aggregate surface lost …

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Apr 23

On two years of Trail Building.

Two years ago, give or take, I first rolled up at Stainburn with a spade, some gloves, lunch and a thermos full of coffee.

A bright early spring day with frost on the the ground. Standing on the ridge looking down at the hillside I wondered if I might be early. I appeared to be alone.

Then, far away below I saw one solitary, burly figure, striding across the hill, swiping viciously with a machete at either plants and vegetation, or, more worryingly, nothing at all.