Friday, 22 September 2017

Terra Nova Southern Cross 1, review

Chrissie and I have had a Terra Nova Southern Cross 2 for a while now. We bought it as a one-person-plus-dog, four season tent and it has served us well. We also currently own a Hilleberg Enan, which we use for three season solo use, and a Terra Nova Polar Lite 3, which we use for four season backpacking together (this will accommodate us along with both dogs, but we've mostly used it for just the two of us). And that lot doesn't include our old, faithful Terra Nova Ultralight Voyager, which we keep as a spare two person tent.

There was a gap in our armoury for a four season solo tent. We feel the Enan is a little flappy for wild, winter use. Our research revealed that the best buy, in our opinion, in terms of accommodation, price and weight, was the Southern Cross 1.

We bought the tent back in early August, before this year's Arctic trip, so have only just got around to using it. Chrissie took it out for one night close to home but I'd scheduled a 4 or 5 night trip through the Lakes with David (read about it here). So, these are my thoughts (mostly echoed by Chrissie) following that journey. We had overnight rain every night and three out of the four nights were in exposed locations. We had winds up to, probably, 20mph I reckon.

Developed from the Laser tent range, the Southern Cross 1 was a winner in the 2016 UK Outdoor Industry Awards. It's supported by two poles at right angles to each other. One is through a sleeve (blue pole)and the other pole section (red) forms an exoskeleton, with the tent supported by hooks. This second pole unit splits at each end to give two short legs. It has one door and the inner is asymmetric, with the side opposite the door following the curve of the outer. The inner door is half mesh, which cannot be covered. The inner is attached by small fastex buckles to the roof and four corners of the outer. The tent can be pitched inner and outer attached, or outer first.



The tent pitches easily and quickly. I normally place two pegs at the windward end, one at each of the two corners. The red pole is assembled and its ends located in the tapes at the four corners of the outer. There's a choice of two eyelets and I would normally use the outermost of these. The blue pole  slides into the sleeve and each end locates in similar tapes. This creates tension and erects the tent. Now the hooks on the outer are easily clipped to the red pole assembly and the tent is fully supported. There are a 11 pegging points but we've added short cord loops to the bottom of the blue pole tapes, to take a further two pegs. So we're using 13 pegs and carry 2 spares. Incidentally, we are using MSR Groundhogs in preference to the lighter Terra Nova pegs supplied. The whole process of pitching takes less than 10 minutes. It may well take longer in a high wind.

The guys at each end of the tent serve to open shielded vents in the outer...


...and vents in the inner (which can be closed with a velcro-secured flap) allow a through flow of air.


In common with the Southern Cross 2, there's a hook on the edge of the zipped outer door which allows the opened door to be clipped to the red pole.



We use standard NeoAir XTherm mummy shaped mats and, once inflated and positioned with the foot end as far down the tent as it will go, there is a good amount of space left at the head end of inner; between 10 and 12 inches. I place my base clothes here once undressed for the night.


The available porch is roomy. I placed my, virtually emptied, rucsac in the closed side, away from the outer door. This is my 68 litre Osprey Kestrel. My boots are almost hidden from view behind the sac.


There's ample room in the other half to use a stove and store my camp/river crossing shoes.


I found I could store pretty much everything else in the long, triangular space beside my mat.


My sleeping bag's still stuffed in that pic. Once it's in use, even more space is available. There was also plenty of space out of the left of this shot for me to place my watch, headlamp, specs and phone (attached to a large Anker charger) overnight. You can also see the two good-sized mesh pockets on the side of the inner. I usually put stuffsacs in these.

Another feature common to the Southern Cross 2 is a small fastex buckle at the bottom of the outer door zip. With the door closed, this allows the bottom of the door to be clipped up, leaving an open section at the bottom. If you combine this with partly opening the double-ended door zip from the top, you are able to create an inlet and outlet for air, which allows you, with care, to use a stove, inside the porch with the door closed against wind and rain.




You can actually open the zip more than I've shown in that last photo and still get reasonable protection from rain.

I used my Thermarest chair kit inside the tent. I'm 5' 9" tall and I could JUST manage that, with my head touching the top of the inner. I sometimes found I had my head out of the inner. Don't ask why, it just seems to happen. It's not a problem.

I experienced some condensation on the inside of the outer, but it was nothing unreasonable and nowhere near as bad as the notorious Hilleberg Enan.

Given overnight rain each night, but fine mornings, I wiped the outside of the outer down with a small, microfibre cloth to save splitting inner and outer. On repitching I experienced only a few spots of water on the inner floor; easily mopped up.

I quite like the tent. It's not seen high winds yet but I can't see them being a problem. I think all backpacking tents are a compromise. There's no such thing as the perfect tent. You have to make your own choice based on specification, price and, crucially for most of us, weight. Having said that, I think the Southern Cross 1 represents good value for money in a lightweight (for a four season tent) package. Time will tell but first impressions are good.

Do ask if you'd like any further information.

For completeness, here's a link to Terra Nova's site. Note that, with our MSR Groundhogs and the spare stuffsac we carry in case we wish to separate a wet outer from a dry inner, we estimate our carried weight to be around 1.75kg. 

Cheers, and thanks for reading. I hope you found it interesting and useful.

Here's a gratuitous pup pic. Smile!


Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Crowthers' Outdoor Emporium, end of summer sale!

Ok, a second go at our summer sale, having found more rubbish...sorry, I meant "quality surplus kit".

As ever, all of this is in perfect condition with no faults we're aware of. All items are unused or little used (mostly wrong sizes bought). All washed where appropriate.

First up, a pair of Montane Terra Pants in redwood. I bought these a couple of months ago and they JUST fit me. After wearing them a few times I realised they were actually too small, so I replaced 'em with the next size up. They're size medium, with regular length legs. Check Montane's site for sizing but I'm 34" waist so I'd say these were 30"-32" cos they have an elasticated waist (at the back). With belt. Washed twice. There is nowt wrong with 'em. RRP £80, yours for £35 plus £4 p&p.


Second, a women's Icepeak down vest. Little used cos Chrissie found it a bit small. No, we're not both putting on weight! Chrissie reckons it's a size 14. Cost around £40, yours for £15 plus £4 p&p.


Next, a men's Rab Boreas Pull On, size medium. Grey with green stitching. Again, Chrissie bought this (even though it's a men's) and it's too small. Hardly worn at all. As new. Latest model can be bought for around £50, yours for £25 plus £4 p&p.


Fourth, a real bargain for someone who's fast. A BRAND NEW, UNUSED Thermarest NeoAir XTherm Max, the rectangular one. The story with this is, it was a spare (we use the regular mummy ones) which we found had a leak. We returned it to Cascade Designs (the makers) in Ireland and it was replaced. We got it back just this week. It's in the box with stuffsac, inflating sac, repair kit and guarantee/instruction leaflet. We have not inflated it. If you buy this and find it faulty (highly unlikely) all you'd need to do is return it to Cascade Designs and say it was a gift. They did not ask for proof of purchase when we returned it. We found one for £140ish, so you can have this for £90 plus £10 p&p.



Last, a pair of Keen Madeira Peak women's waterproof leather boots, size UK6. Chrissie bought these last week and, having walked in 'em, they're too small. They seem smaller than usual cos she's had Keen size 6 before. Worn only a couple of times and bought at discount. Yours for £50 plus £10 p&p. Photos taken when they were a bit wet from washing. Sorry.


Payment needs to be by bank transfer please. We don't use Paypal. All items will be sent by signed for post.

Be quick. In our last sale all the items were sold within three hours! We've never had a complaint about anything we've sold.

Contact us, as usual, via Twitter here or here or you could reply as a comment on this blog and I'll get an email alert but, be warned, that'll be a little slower.

Cheers, and thanks for reading. RTs on Twitter are appreciated.

A Lake District backpack

It's a fine September morn. David and I are on a train to Windermere with loaded backpacks. We alight, and our first port of call is the cafe in Booths supermarket, which kinda sets the tone of the trip. We're both intent on not-rushing. Not-rushing is a good tactic when you're a lazy, unfit old fart; a description suited exactly to me, if not the gazelle-legged David.

Following coffee and stickies we're off up a lane towards Orrest Head...



...where we fight through the throngs of snap happy tourist types (we're adventurers, not tourists in case you didn't realise). Leaving said tourists behind we plough on through the fields to ascend via Dubbs Road but not before making fine adjustments to our technical clothing systems.



There will be many stops like this, cos we have VERY technical clothing systems, which require constant attention, (either that or we're both lazy, tired or indeed, a combination of the two).

David has decreed (it being his trip really; I'm just tagging along, making encouraging grunts and sighs) that we shall be mostly collecting Wainwrights along the way. Quite why escapes me but who am I to complain? Wainwright has a lot to answer for, in my very humble opinion.

And so it is that, after dining by the side of the track, espying a stile over a wall, David makes onward-and-upward noises and gestures and we begin an ascent of the silliest of gradients to reach the top of Sour Howes; which is named quite appropriately I think. David poses...


David excels at posing. He is a veritable master of the art. Hence the jaunty angle of his trekking poles.

Turning our back on our first Wainwright of the trip we dash (I jest) off to our second, Sallows. This being more easily gained by a much less silly slope. I attempt to pose as well as David, but fail, miserably. Maybe I have the wrong poles.


Plodding down to Garburn Nook we climb the northerly path and luckily, before too long, find a place to spend the night. We pitch our highly technical shelters (everything we're carrying is "highly technical"); our new Terra Nova Southern Cross 1 and David's new Hilleberg Soulo. I win the whose-tent-is-up-first? competition and have water filtered and boiling as David finalises adjustments to his beautiful tent. Did I mention, David has a new Hilleberg Soulo?




Rain comes overnight. I wipe down the flysheet before packing, the better to minimise wetting of the inner tent.


Soon we're tackling the slope up to Yoke, Wainwright number 3. I try again with the pose but, once more, David wins the prize. The man has such style.



And we're away again, climbing to Ill Bell, Wainwright number 4.




I give up...and leave the posing to someone who knows wot he's doing.

On the way to Froswick, Wainwright number 5, I spot an Ordnance Survey benchmark, set into the ground. I'd no idea wot it was. David knew though. He's very clever.



Then it's up to the fine Beacon up at Thornthwaite Crag, Wainwright number 6. We stop for lunch and David succeeds in taking a photo of me, looking my most ridiculous, which he then proceeds to share with the whole of Twitter. Grrrr! It's not this one...in which I almost get the pose right (I was practising, while David wasn't looking).


From Thornthwaite, we wander cheerfully along High Street, Wainwright number 7.


A chap walking towards us tells of a large herd of red deer visible in the valley below Kidsty Pike. He's right. We can see 'em. But they're not really visible in the photo, unless you use a magnifying glass.


After a short break, while we wait for the weather to worsen, we head off for Kidsty Pike, Wainwright number 8. It's wet and windy. David struggles with the pose...only just managing to carry it off in the face of adversity.


With a hop and a skip (humour me...) we're off over Rampsgill Head, Wainwright number 9. It's not really the most impressive of places, but it's another tick on David's list and the pose is a four star!




Down now, over gentle slopes before a pull up onto The Knott, Wainwright number 10 and the last of a long day. I'm tired! I think David may be too...but he doesn't show it...cos he's 'ard. Hence the nonchalant, I'm-not-really-bothered pose


And then we meander down and over the undulating path towards Angle Tarn. Our final climb to get away from the popular spots by the water leaves me gasping. We finally settle on a place for the night, tucked away...out of sight. Water is filtered from an almost-hidden stream. And, once again, I win the tent-up-first prize. Well, we're all good at something. And I'll never look as good as David on a summit.



I try to make David jealous by sitting on my Thermarest chair kit, outside, in the sun. But he's unruffled...as usual.


Again we have rain overnight, but the morning dawns fine, if cool. We're soon up and off. First agenda of the day is gaining the summit of Angle Tarn Pikes, Wainwright 11, but a short bounce over the tussocks. My pose improves a little...


...and in an effort to keep David in his place I take this shot of him falling over.


We're pootling down now, towards the fleshpots of Glenridding...


...where we're soon ensconced in the comfortable surroundings of the Glenridding Hotel's fine cafe, guzzling cake and coffee (tea for David, who's less sophisticated than wot I am). We steal electrickery for our phones and borrow their Wifi.


The shop across the road supplies provisions for the next couple of days and the staff in the Catstycam outdoor shop puts up with my hilarious attempts at humour while David spends a fortune on the smallest gas canister he can find.

With heavier sacs, we return to the Glenridding Hotel for a delicious lunch, more electrickery and even more Wifi before we feel we can put it off no longer. Shouldering rucsacs we head off in the approximate direction of Grisedale Tarn. It rains.


By the time we're approaching the tarn the rain has stopped. We find a place away from the water to have another tent race. David's getting better now though. I still win...but only just. And, a bonus, I catch a photo of David not-posing.


Afternoon tea and Swiss roll lifts flagging spirits...well, mine anyway.


It's a cool night and we wake to find we're surrounded by damp clag. It lifts quickly though and improves significantly as we approach Grisedale Hause.




Now, we're wandering happily down towards Easedale, warmed by the sunshine, chattering joyfully.



As we stop to readjust our highly technical clothing systems we're watched by a couple of lizards, who clearly wonder what we're at.


From Easedale, we mount an alpine assault on the arduous Helm Crag, Wainwright number 12, I think...I struggle with two digit numbers.



It's a tough climb. But we man-up...probably.

We watch as a couple tackle the Howitzer, but decide it's beneath us...metaphorically.


David contemplates our route along the ridge to Greenup Edge, whilst posing.


The ridge falls and rises to Gibson Knott, Wainwright 13...and a five star pose, if ever there was one.



Then, eventually, we reach Calf Crag, Waiinwright 14, where David decrees enough's enough and I sigh with relief...between gasps for breath...and David fails to pose. Honestly!


We climb to Greenup Edge then begin the long descent past Lining Crag to Stonethwaite.



It's a long, rocky, stumbling route down. My feet are sore by the time we reach the campsite in the valley. I barely scrape the tent-up-first thingy. I fear my heart's not in it anymore...


But David has a plan to revive my weariness. Thus, after a thorough clean of my bits'n'pieces and a change into the cleanest of my dirty shirts, I find myself sat in front of this...the most succulent of rump steaks ever, in the ever-so-comfy, ever-so-welcoming Langstrath Country Inn. The beer was luvverly! As was the cheese board...


On our final morning, we ambled along the Cumbria Way to Grange where, fortuitously, we found a cafe, open. A delicious second breakfast was devoured with delight. Then, along the shores of Derwent Water to Keswick, where David's staff awaited our arrival with a highly polished horseless carriage to transport us back to the warmth and comfort of Fellbound Towers a short canter away (I may have deviated into a minor flight of fancy there).


What a wonderful few days!

Thank you David. I didn't mean it, whatever it was.

Smile.

Oh...and while I was away SOMEONE appears to have entered me for that there bloomin' TGO Challenge thingummy! I need better staff...like David's.

PS There'll be a separate review of the Southern Cross 1 to follow.