Southern Night Championships – Oldhouse Warren near Crawley
My club was running the Southern Night Orienteering Championship this year and as it was fairly near to home, I thought I would give this aspect of the sport a try. My plan to get out to an event beforehand came to nothing, so it was rather in at the deep end, running a championship M45S course as my first experience of orienteering at night.
The weather did not help. It was raining heavily, and has been for days, so even reaching the start meant paddling through muddy puddles. The ride that went away from the start was like something out of the Somme with ankle deep mud. In the torchlight it was very hard to see what was firm ground and what was muddy puddle, so I had the first shoe full of freezing water before I had gone twenty metres and this experience became tedious with repetition.
It is very different orienteering at night. I found it hard to have an overall sense of where I was and the world was reduced to a small window, 20-50m across, which I was aware of at any one time. As people had warned me, how useful landscape features were changed completely. Vegetation boundaries were very difficult to make out, but small streams, ditches and earthbanks were very useful as “handrails”. I kept playing it safe – going further but sticking to features I could be very confident of.
I was very slow to control 1 – I could not see the vegetation boundary it was on until I had found the control anyway! After a few controls, it made more sense. I found it easier to run than I expected, at least on rides and paths, though the forest was very wet and slippery and heavily covered in brashings, including whole trees, so I did not feel able to run much in the terrain. I enjoyed the atmosphere. Despite the rain, I was warm and comfortable. The forest was very quiet, though I found that hearing was keener so I could often run parallel to streams by listening rather than looking. There was an entirely different feeling of landscape in the dark. I was acutely aware of what was immediately around me, but only vaguely aware that the character of the land changed as I moved through it. At one point, I saw four pairs of eyes, but could not see what they belonged to: judging by their height, and the way they bounced away as I approached, I guessed they were deer. Once, a fox barked – very close. About halfway through the course, a thunderstorm came fairly close – the vivid flash and rumble was amazing, but it seemed somehow far away – what mattered was within a few metres of where I was.
I enjoyed it, and will do night orienteering again. I was pleased to complete the course and had a strong sense of achievement. My time was nothing to write home about, but not the slowest on my course and some much better orienteers did not go much faster. Second and last in my class was an unusual experience too.
The map and routes (including mine) are available on the SO routegadget.