Geoff is a fell runner and a poet.
Growing up among the pit-heaps and shipyards of 1960’s Sunderland engaged Geoff Cox in his two early quests, investigating the possibility of fresh air and finding the fastest road out of Sunderland. Arriving in the Lake District he worked in many of its outdoor centres while building a formidable thirst for beer, mischief and hard rock climbing. An insatiable, and often self-destructive, curiosity led him around the mountain ranges of Europe and the Middle East where the same heady combination of beer, mischief and hard rock formed the basis for many adventures.
There then followed a number of slightly more level headed years when sea-kayaking became his greater passion, including achieving the first kayak circumnavigation of Corsica, although the opening up of Jordan as a climbing venue meant that his climbing didn’t get completely ignored.
Geoff finally (allegedly) grew up in the late 80’s, about the time he took up fellrunning as a serious interest. Being only 5’2” and shaped more like a barrel than a bullet he was never going to figure strongly at the front of many races, but arriving at the finish line with mud-spattered teeth suggested that he’d enjoyed his close encounters with the fells. Routinely finishing hours behind the winners gave Geoff plenty of time to reflect on the strange, masochistic and entirely immersive simplicity of running in the mountains , and these reflections ultimately led him to the equally strange, masochistic and entirely immersive simplicity of writing poetry.
Rumours abound that he’s marginally a better poet than he is a runner, but he leaves that to the opinion of the audiences.
Geoff's image courtesy of Ian Corless