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SOTA Activation - Rombalds Moor

Summit Name:  

Rombalds Moor

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SOTA Association:  


SOTA Region:  

Northern Pennines

Grid Reference:  

SE 114452


402 M / 1319 ft




Rombalds Moor nestles "down back ah Bradford " according to the customer I was working with for the day that I dared to venture out of civilisation and activate SOTA G/NP-028. The day in question was the 28 th of August 2008, the height of summer. It was easy to tell it was a summer's day as it was raining all the time I was working outside, however the sun came out as I finished for the day. The GPS said it was 18 miles to Rombalds Moor, so I took a chance at aggravating the blonde person (again) by been late home and decided to go for it. Roadworks through Bradford and the blatant lies of the Garmin lead to rolling up to the car park at 5.00pm. At least I think I was at the car park, according to the map there should have been a radio mast. All I could see was a hand in front of my face, which, it transpired, was my own. This was the mother of all fog it could be said. Out of the gloom a chap in a 4x4 hove into view, wound the window down and asked if I was lost. Bristling with compass, map, fishing pole, j-pole, rucksack, and dressed like Nanook of the North (in August), said no, and shuffled off into the clouds. The path up past the radio mast is well defined and easy to follow, depending if you went through the gate and turned right up on to the moor, or walked up the track to the radio mast you now have the choice of easy path, or jump over the wall avoiding sheep/sheep droppings and easy path. In reality, the two paths converge at the edge of the radio compound and head off up the left side of a dry stone wall on to the moor. BE WARNED. This is a particularly boggy path. The worst places (allegedly) can be traversed using duck boards and stone slabs, unfortunately, the bits that have not been doctored are now as bad as the bits that have used to be (follow that?). The map shows the path splitting near some prominent rocks, this is not obvious in the fog. I missed this and ended up walking muchhhhhh too far through the marshes (still on a path). Just prior to the end of the road the pole decided to extend its self whilst strapped to the rucksack having lost the rubber bung. grrr. Re tracing steps back to the "rocks" and a bit of peering in the mist revealed the path to the trig point. I set of up this muttering oaths about stupid hobbies, still in swirling fog. The path is very wide at this point and is verrrrrry wet. I used the handy stepping stones to get over the worst bits and promptly sank knee deep in foul smelling bog on the right leg in a moments lack of concentration. The mist lifted slightly and the trig point showed itself in a halo of watery sunshine. Renewed energy pushed me on as the wind picked up and it started raining again for a change. There was little time for big stations so the trusty j-pole was strapped to the trig point, the 817 chucked on the other end, and my first CQ answered, things were looking up.

More enjoyable qso's followed including a chat with a fellow SOTA activator Phil, G4OBK in Pickering , not a bad distance for 5w!

As I sheltered from the wind behind the trig point, with head in rucksack to cut out the wind blast across the mic, a figure came out of the mist, said hello and ran past. Fell runner on a training run! (Cant say too much to this as I compete in them too, but still, shorts and a tee shirt in this weather..). Summit points gained, and mobile blinging like mad wondering when I would be home for tea saw an end to the fun and a hasty retreat to the car park. I decided to take the direct route from the trig point to the path across the heather to the "wall", a good move as this was relatively dry. Turning right at the wall towards the car park found me in familiar territory, and low and behold, the bung out of the pole on top of a tussock of heather, joy! Reunited with the small but vital piece of kit I headed back through the fog to the car, dry socks and a cool bottle of lucazade. Think I need to visit this one again as everybody I had a QSO with said how good the view was. There was one other "incident" in the car park, a couple of guys in a Subaru having rolled something the size of a rolling pin appeared to leap out of their skins as I jaunted out of the gloom and took them by surprise. Not sure what dialect they spoke, but I think they were relieved that I was not a member of a law enforcement organisation.. Nuff said maaaan.

Thanks to the following for the summit points:-






Roger. Yeadon





Mick. Wakefield















Phil. Pickering


Rombalds mast - Couldnt see it fromm the car park today - all of 200m

Another trig point another summit

A good bit of the path - a false sense of security as the none paved bits will go over your boots without warning.