How to report your crossing

April 14th, 2014

We are more than happy to receive reports on Lyke Wake crossings – preferably humorous. These reports are often quoted at Wakes as warnings to others! Crossings should be reported to; – Gerry Orchard,
General Secretary, New Lyke Wake Club,
Angram Grange, Cold Kirby, Thirsk, North Yorkshire   YO7 2HL;

or E-mail Gerry on: – crossing.report@lykewake.org

We may post extracts from these reports on this website unless you tell us that you don’t want us to. We will usually give your name and rough location (eg Southampton, Northumberland or Japan). If you would prefer us just to give your initials, or to remain anonymous, please say so. We will not publish your email address.

Crossing 30th November 2019………. Solo, Unsupported, Non-Winter …………. yea, RIGHT! Gerry Orchard.

December 1st, 2019

Yesterday was arguably one of the dumbest crossings that I have ever attempted and the decision to press on regardless, as it appeared that a finish before midnight unlikely, was beyond foolhardy.

I am currently in a state somewhere between life and death anticipating several sleeps today and a lethargic start to the forthcoming week.

After a surprising icy slither to Jugger Howe, believing the forecast of +6 Degrees near the coast would be accurate ( !! ), I was greeted by the roar from Jugger Howe beck from about 1/4 mile away. It was at this point that I realised that I could be in for trouble. Luckily, the water was just below bridge level, so first obstacle ticked off. The stones down and up were lethal with black ice but not too hard on fresh legs!

Little Ellerbeck also “had its moments” and I wondered whether vaulting poles should be left for those over 60 years old and / or with short legs. Sleepers around Fen Fogg……………… lethal! The gentle thaw then started making each step a gamble as to whether one would encounter sheet ice or gloopy mud. Rule of thumb “don’t step on stones cos they are black ice”!

There was somewhat of a shock as I met a man from Goathland on the route who was doing a “circular slide”. We both expressed consternation that we had encountered somebody else on the moors. He had previously completed the Lyke Wake 14 times but had successfully turned his life around.

Then came Wheeldale Stepping Stones. The good news was that the stones weren’t icy so one other hazard off the agenda. The downside was that they were still underwater due to all of the recent heavy rain. One gets deep and dark visions as one reached half way across the stones. Still, stayed upright!

The bogs “benefited” from the gentle midday thaw producing vintage bog as if after recent heavy rain. This is where the sane person would have agreed to divert and take their “coming to pick you up” partner to a meal at the Lion Inn. But no, having already gone half way to hell, why chicken out now?

The railway track actually gave one blind confidence as it was possible to move quicker than shuffle pace and the risk of “going splat”. Unfortunately as Rudland Rigg neared, so did darkness. The embryonic New Moon made a fleeting partner soon disappearing into the gathering freezing mist to shortly set unwitnessed.

On leaving the railway track, the depth of my folly soon became apparent. Those stones used for paving the path are unavoidable in most places ………………. and were just black ice covered. In the pitch dark, one loses track of gradient but unfortunately not the pain from falling over.

The mud through the woods below Clay came as a positive relief shortly to be replaced by ………more sheet ice covered stones……….

I contemplated doing the detour through the woods to the North of Carlton Bank but realised that should I not make it out, nobody would have the faintest idea where to look for me. OK, more slippery stones and a steep climb.

After Scugdale, I perceived easy walking. How wrong one can be. The road from the cattle grid was just a mass of ice……………. so started a new hobby of “verge crawling”. Still, managed to beat midnight.

Matters Arising:
Got some cracking bruises where I didn’t even know that I had places.
Not unsurprisingly, there were no other idiots doing the walk ……………………….
On a more serious note, despite carrying plenty of safety equipment, this was a very ill judged venture that could have gone badly wrong.
Even the drive home afterwards was “horrible”.

The plus side is that there were some magnificent, if unshared, views at times.

The Final Indignity.
It didn’t qualify as a Winter Crossing ( by one day )…………..

 

Camera Lost 12th October 2019

October 15th, 2019

Likely between Dale Head ( Disused Railway ) and Rosedale Head. If found, please contact the New Lyke Wake Club.
Thanks,
Gerry.

Crossing report 6/7/19

September 2nd, 2019

I really thought I’d done this, but it appears not!

So, I, on behalf of the rest of the group, am submitting our crossing report;

“In order to raise funds for a young man that’s a college friend of my daughter, I agreed to undertaking the crossing. Team Matthew consisted of Matthew’s mum, Julie, sister Eleanor, Susan, Sam myself and my daughter Erin.

We met up at the Osmotherley car park at an unearthly hour on Saturday 6 July, loading up on coffee and carbs , heading onto the route at 5am.

Rising up onto the tops gave us some glorious misty morning views and the weather was looking perfect.

Our support team, met us for a welcome breakfast stop, a few hours later, with hot bacon rolls and tea. All was well and everyone was in good spirits still, even after a few little hills under our belts.

Walking up towards the lion inn was pleasant, lovely moorland views in the superb weather. We didn’t see another soul until a few miles short of the lion inn, and then out of nowhere there were lots of fellow walkers enjoying the lovely weather.

Susan was our narrator, and armed with her Lyke wake book, gently narrated the route, preparing us for what was to follow.

A brief refreshment break at the pub, then we pushed on to a meal stop, provided by our fantastic support team. The support team was made up of Matthew, and his grandparents. Matthew has made the most delightful crispy cake, so the diet was shelved in lieu of carbs for energy (that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it).

The next section we found the most entertaining! The peat bogs, due to the lovely weather, were like trampolines! There was the odd part that was still quite boggy, one part with a poor motionless sheep floating in it, a reminder of how different it could have been, if we hadn’t have had such hot weather for a few weeks.

We even came across lots of frogs and a couple of snakes.. something I wasn’t prepared for, and didn’t hang around to figure out what type it was!

As we pushed on towards our next refreshment stop, well into the journey, we could see Fylingdales in the distance. We started to think about the finish, and what time we would be getting there. It occurred to us that it would be under the cover of darkness, but still not deterred.

After more crispy cake and sandwiches, and a refill of our water bottles, we headed off as the sun started to descend over the horizon.

We got to the monument where you can see the finish, at last light, which meant the last 7 or so miles was going to be in complete darkness! Fatigue and determination was setting in now, just keep moving, one foot in front of the other, keeping the reason we were doing this in the first place, at the forefront of our minds. **

We pulled together as a team to get us through the last part, Sam helping the old ladies over various becks and stiles, and a gulley that completely took us by surprise (guidebook not great in the dark!)

Our eyes kept playing tricks with us, I was convinced I saw a circle of camper vans on the moors, with a camp fire in the middle of it… who knows? I might have!

Dolomite, at this point of the journey was not the most ideal surface to be walking on… there were many swear words uttered. I fell into a bog up to my knee in the dark, so had one soggy leg for the last 2 miles – nice!!

When we reached the main road, at the last mile mark, our support team surprised us with an appearance with the words of encouragement that were needed, to enable us to get to the finish.

The last mile was full of elation and congratulations to ourselves, finally believing we could do this!

We arrived at the finish at 00:57 on 7/7/19. A great day, for a fantastic cause. 19 hours and 57 minutes!

** we are raising funds for Matthew – to purchase an ottobock limb. Matthew is in remission after having a leg amputated at age 17 due to Ewing’s sarcoma. This limb will enable him to lead as normal a life as possible.

One day of pain and blisters pales into insignificance in comparison to what Matthew has endured in the last couple of years. I am proud to have been part of team Matthew.

Would we do it again?

“Definitely.”

Kind regards

Jean Marrin

Lyke Wake Walk 31 July – 1 August 2019

August 7th, 2019

Following a wet stormy 30 July, where Reeth & District flooded, I checked and assessed the weather would have eased in the East, with showers interlaced with clear periods on Wednesday 31st July and an improved day 1st August. Weather conditions were as expected, but very wet and windy at Blakey Ridge, Lion Inn. Set of from Cod Beck outside Osmotherly on 31 July, following the Cleveland Way east, just after the cattle grid. I was down to my T shirt through Clain Woods (1a) as it was so humid. Rain showers started just after crossing the ford at Hollin Hill (3).

 

 

Long haul up to the cairn (3b) started pouring down, and I was soaked well before the road crossing (4). Across road and a steep climb to complete before the view point looking down Dromonby Bank (I used to run up this from Dromonby Farm to the top when I worked there for Mr NF Seymour & Sons 1984 – 1985). Next leg was a long haul in the rain and wind from 4 – 5 with many steep ascents & descents; past the great Wainstones off Broughton Bank, crossing the B1257 (Great Broughton to Chop gate road).

 

 

 

 

 

I was glad to reach a main way point; Bloworth rail crossing (Rosedale Ironstone Railway). At this point the 3 lads on the coast to coast which I had been chatting to were off in front of me, heading for the Lion Inn at Blakey and sanctuary. I keep following the old railway line with many left, right bends across Middle Head, Dale Head, Farndale Moor (feet taping session here in between rain, off the line embankment, which sorted out my hot spots), High Blakey Moor to the Lion Inn (7) (absolutely pouring down now). The 3 lads walking the coast to coast would hold up at the Lion Inn until tomorrows next leg; as they left me they said they would be thinking of me in the rain (ain’t banter great!).

 

 

My father noted he had done the walk with Reeth Fire brigade years before in hobnail boots (used to keep them in the pantry), complained about walking the railway sleepers.

From the Lion Inn to the North end of the wood at the top of Sturdy Bank (11) needs careful navving as the path is less succinct, but I headed for Dalehead Farm Tea Garden at Rosedale, across the valley and up the steep bank to the Northern end of the wood line. I then followed the disused Rosedale Ironstone Railway Line in an easterly direction for 100 metres, across the embankment and then headed due east, having to walk up from the railway line onto the moor. Trusted to my nav and I came to ‘Knott Road’ (12). From here navving is virtually due east across a wide expanse of moor. Eventually I came to moor road (N–S) not sure, so did a map & nav check.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I crossed the road from the metal moor road gate & followed the path SE from the metal gate, saw a sign Lyke Wake Walk 200mtrs, followed on & came to a sign ‘Turn Hill’ (on map after the fields in this location). I assess I was south of the Blue Manith Moss Standing Stone by about 500 metres having followed the path, but came across no standing stone. I assess I took the route through the North end of ‘Hartoft’ plantation, exiting on a view line with the Wheldale road & plantation in sight ahead. I crossed the beck below Wheldale Lodge (16), up the steep bank heading to the prominent ‘Tumulus’ on ‘Howl Moor’.

 

 

From the Tumulus I crossed open moor and descended to the NY moors railway & crossing point. Had to check nav at the other end as main road runs close to the path; crossed the road, at the turn & headed for the prominent track & gate at Eller Beck Bridge (17); there is an old hut at SE 864984 to the left. The path becomes less succinct, but I kept on an easterly bearing (1550), used the white posts as a guide, but did follow them fully as advised in the LWW guide. It was getting dark & the path was difficult to follow, sore right knee so I bashered up for a couple hours rest in the shadow of the Fylingdales EWS building to the south. Hard ground, howling wind but at least there was no rain. The following morning revealed I was only 200 metres off ‘Lilla Cross’ and from here the route was prominent, fairly straight forward (still heading east). The morning was foggy & dark. From Lilla Cross (18) to Jugger Howe Beck (19) is long, but with a well marked path, steep descent on slippy stones. From Jugger Howe Beck there is a steep climb to the A174 (Scarborough – Whitby road). I crossed this then up the long slope, well formed path to the trig point & radio mast. I followed the path eastward down to the Raven Hall Hotel, Ravenscar and the finish, 20 hours, but in adverse conditions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I asked a lady who was walking her dog about busses then made my way to the Ravenscar Tea Rooms for some sustenance. Old abandoned railway line here is now used for walking and cycling; the station hotel is now the tea rooms & Bed & Breakfast. Had a chat to the bin men and wrote in the LWW book; first one!

I got the local bus (only 2 per day) to Scarborough, then a train to Northallerton via York, then bus from Northallerton to Osmotherly (No.89 to Stokesley), walked back to Cod beck & picked up the car.

 

Robert Allinson

Crossing report for 21st July – 4 successes and all first-timers

July 24th, 2019

In support of Motor Neurone Disease for research and the local Cambridgeshire group a team of 4 first time LWW attempts met with success both on the crossing and in fundraising where over £2500 was raised for MND. There was un unsuccessful walker we also supported and despite failure at the start of Wheeldale, he raised £550 for the Addenbrookes Kidney Patients Association.

They all set off together in the morning light at 04.57 at the LWW stone at Cod Beck and exactly 15 hours later they got to the finish stone at the end of Stony Marl Moor and Beacon Howe at 19.57.

Times for the sections were only notable as they got impetus near the end and flew across Fylingdales in under 2hours 30 mins. The weather was beautiful all day and the surfaces were dry for the most part. All the participants were first time walkers on the LWW and ranged in age from 59 to 69 – none of them had ever dome more than 30 miles before, so it was a great achievement.

Completers

Carol Deytrikh-White

John White

Jonathan Stafford

Tim Bryson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Andrew Norton – Support.

LYKE WAKE CROSSING REPORT 16/17 JULY 2019

July 24th, 2019

Towards the end of last year, 3 ladies of a certain age decided a challenge was a good idea for 2019 and a plan put in place to attempt the Lyke Wake Walk.
A date was sorted and a volunteer was found to act as our support crew. We reccied the whole route in 2 halves, the second half from the Lion Inn on a quite horrendous wet and foggy day in February!
Bogland could not be this bad in July, surely!

The Lyke Wake day finally dawned, last Tuesday and we all met, full of nerves and excitement, at Lyke Wake Stone near Osmotherley at 8.30pm. Ann, Chris and I were waved off by our fabulous support on a perfect, warm, dry and sunny evening.

 

We soon reached Huthwaite Green, and a cheery wave from our support and headed up through the woods, enjoying a beautiful sunset before walking along the top of Carlton Bank as night fell, still just in a tee shirt – a rare experience in North Yorkshire.

The Bilsdale Mast was ever present during the night accompanied by the wonderful experience provided by the incredible sight of the partial eclipse of the moon, gradually altering and changing in colour from pink to orange before emerging as a full moon to see us through the night.

By the time we reached the trig, it was colder and we stopped to put on a fleece and our headtorches before dropping down the steps and a welcome cuppa at Lordstones.

Quickly on our way, we made good time across the next section, despite having to hop over numerous toads on the path. Nattering well and giggling a lot, as we all seemed to keep tripping on stones (relatively unused to headtorches as we are), checking the one at the back was still there, we were soon at Clay Bank and more tea and some food.

Now it was up onto Urra Moor, onto the railway section. Once up on the moor, we made excellent speed on the super, level ground. So much so that we reached our turn off for Ralph Cross ahead of schedule, unfortunate because it was slightly tricky navigating in the dark! Fortunately Chris had recorded our reccied route on viewranger and we kept on track, albeit rather steadily.

Just a short walk up the road to be greeted by our support, for a boot and sock change, coffee and a bacon buttie at 4am! Wonderful and much needed because we were about to face the dreaded and notorious boggy section! The rumours that it was dry proved true and we positively bounced along on the peat, it was a joy for the most part with only a wet toe to show for it.

By now it was warming up at speed, the moors were stunning and we had them completely to ourselves, bliss! Miles and miles of emptiness just for us!

By now, it was becoming hot and we were all drinking by the gallon. Before long, we reached the approach to Eller Beck Bridge, with its mean little down and up over the railway. Full support greeted us at the check point and we had a rest, a foot soak, a sit down and some food, before setting off for the final push!

Following a good trod, we were soon up at Lilla Cross, where we had a quick break to fuel up on junk (what a great excuse a long walk is to eat what you like). The next section started well but soon turned into the worst part of the walk, the track has been recently laid with big stones, awkward and potentially trippy to walk on. We tried to walk on the edge of the heather which was better until I nearly trod on an adder! Slow progress but the famous mast, marking the end, was in our sights. The only trouble being that somehow it never got any closer and almost seemed to be disappearing down and away from us!

We had all been dreading Jugger Howe ravine with its endless, tricky steps down to the bottom and steep, leg sapping steps up the other side, to the extent that we had silent agreement not to mention it until we got there! Goodness me, we all found it much easier than we remembered and what a joy it was to see friends and family waiting for us along the track to our final check point.

Just 2 miles to go! Wow, but…..arghhhh…..it’s uphill, a long slow climb all the way. First though, we had to cross the busy A road with tired legs and foggy brains!

What joy to arrive at the Lyke Wake Stone and a wonderful glass of Prosecco , which went straight to our heads!

We did it! Tired but happy! 40ish miles of North York Moors in 18 ½ hours! Who knew we could walk that far?
Henceforth may Ann, Chris and I have permission to be known as The 3 Witches?

40 years – 40 Miles – Crossing 29th June 2019

July 12th, 2019

A younger version of me completed my first crossing on the 22 July 2000, my memories of the walk had faded into the mists of time; so when I received a call from an old mate of mine, who wanted to complete the walk to celebrate his 40th birthday; I jumped at the chance to complete another crossing. I had already secured a weekend pass out, as a group of my friends were planning to climb Scafell Pike that weekend, so I had a number of victims who were easily persuaded over a number of pints to join the challenge.

Anyway, me and my old mate Pete had completed long distance walks in our younger days, completed with no real planning at all. As we were older and more experienced, and perhaps wiser, we thought planning was essential for the Lyke Wake. A customary planning meeting was held in the Corn Dolly in Bradford over a few pints of Real Ale. The most important thing we sorted was the support. Doing a walk of this magnitude without support would have been difficult, if this could not be secured, it was a case of leaving a car at the end, and dumping stuff on the way. Everything seemed to fall into place. The camping was sorted, route planned, support secured and maps bought. We were ready.

Although we had support, the finalised plan was to drop a car at Ravenscar, and meet up in Osmotherley for a few pints and some tea. We were mindful of the past, when a few pints meant more than the 3 we actually had.

We got back to the campsite, and despite some kind of disco/karaoke going on, managed to get some sleep. As excited as I was to get going, I woke before the 2am alarm, and got up. I won the award of the loudest by our disgruntled support who didn’t need to get up as early.

We set off from the campsite at 2.30, squeezing all 6 of us into a 5 seat Honda Jazz, so we could drive to the starting post. Having synchronised watches and done a weird hands in together group hug thing, we were off. 2.45 on a Saturday morning!

                                                     

 

                   

 

                                                                                                                                                        

We covered the first part of the walk on the Cleveland hills in fairly quick time, walking through the mist, until the sun came up, revealing a spectacular inversion on the summit of Carlton Bank. We then moved onto the Wainstones, and after an unscheduled toilet stop; ended the Cleveland hills and the first stage at around 7.20ish where we saw our first people of the day. Then came the disused railway to Blakey Ridge. Not much can be said about it, a slog to the Lion Inn. Pete our leader and motivational officer, tried to get the group going by playing the Lyke Wake Dirge by Pentangle. We probably could have done with the dance version, if this actually exists! Now there’s a thought………When the pub was sighted, one of our group thought it would be good if there was a zip wire from the last corner to the pub itself. Wishful thinking I’m afraid.

 

 

Having had some breakfast, and topped up our water supplies, we were off again. Next checkpoint was to be the bridge at Eller Beck in around 6 hours time. The road was followed for a time, then came moorland paths. Lovely moorland paths springy underfoot, with a decent amount of mud to contend with. By now the sun was blazing, and was starting to take a toll on members of our group. It was not far from this point that our first demoralising moment of the day occurred. We had spotted a man approaching, and when he got to us, we joked that he looked like an older version of hulk hogan! We had a nice chat with him, and we were working out the mileage that we thought we had done which was around 26 miles, when he pipped up that we had only done 23, he was wrong of course, but it nearly destroyed our sanity!

Trudging on in the heat and the ever increasing mud, things seemed to drag. I must have started hallucinating, because at one point I saw a lovely bit of Battenburg on the track, that looked good enough to eat! Not sure if it was really there though! By now we could see the early warning station at Fylingdales in the distance, and our salvation. Our next pit stop. And some welcome shade, if this could be found. One of our group finding another funeral parties support vehicle for cover.

Another rest, and it was to the end. An initial navigational nightmare trying to find a path through the mud, then to the cross on Lilla Howe, and there in the distance, the mast signalling the end! For the last 8 miles this mast got no closer, we slowed down and we started to see the sun setting. A group passed us, saying we hope you would get back for last orders, which was nice and motivational. By now the blisters on my feet were giving me some jip, and to make matters worse, the paths of loose stones, made it feel like I was walking on broken glass. At this point I was thinking of writing a letter of complaint to North Yorkshire council, but pushed on.

The end was in sight, but tantalisingly far away, it got closer, then was lost in a dip. It was there again,on the near horizon, and then very close, at which point a member of our group had to have an emergency toilet stop. Just to finish off, a bit of rain and we were there. The end. Finally the end! What a day! We completed it in around 18.5 hours, on the hottest day of the year so far! Delighted to have competed the challenge! It was nice to receive a round of applause and a welcome bottle of water from one of the other groups who had completed the walk. A nice touch to end the day.

On my return to the site, I resisted the temptation to crawl straight into my sleeping bag and die, and i stayed up to enjoy a superb Curry, cooked by one of the group. Glad I didn’t miss it!

Well, that’s my second crossing. I am writing this as my blisters are finally healing. One last request to Pete our leader on this venture. Don’t contact me on your 50th for another challenge! Only joking mate!

Crossing report by Chris Wilkinson who walked with Pete Smith, Tom Rowlinson, Daniel Simpson, Adam Simpson, Matty Pickard. Excellent support was provided by Emma Day.

Lyke Wake Crossing by Pat Fowler and Graham Dixon – 28th June 2019

July 10th, 2019

Those people attending the Annual Wake in March of this year learned from my Doctoral Thesis that the Lyke Wake Walk was found to be a very effective tool for assessing the suitability of a person for membership of a Mountain Rescue Team. To be a full member of the Team which Graham and I lead, a person must have successfully completed the walk and during the walk also satisfied us that they have the necessary psychological makeup and team working and navigation skills. Well, as leaders of advancing years(combined age of 140), we obviously need to demonstrate to our Team members from time to time that we are not asking them to do something that we are not capable of ourselves. Thus, at 4.10am on 28th June the two of us once again found ourselves standing at the Lyke Wake Stone Osmotherley ready and raring to go.

The weather was kind, overcast to start with but it was not long before the sun came out complemented by a nice cooling easterly breeze. I’m pleased that we weren’t walking the following day which was the hottest of the year so far. Looking back on that first section, I can’t understand how it always comes as a bit of a surprise how much ascending and descending there is between the start and Clay Bank.

First 10 miles completed we sat at the side of the road at Clay Bank drinking freshly brewed coffee and eating a sandwich at 7.30 in the morning. I wondered what passing motorists must think….. Probably ‘what a strange time and place for a picnic’ or simply ‘weirdos’!

The disused railway line on the next section gave a nice respite providing the usual easy walking and fantastic views for several miles. Freshly cooked Sausage baps at Ralph’s Cross provided by our intrepid support Team (our wives) were very welcome. I’m sure you appreciate that on an actual Mountain Rescue, support and sustenance are very important and the walk did give us the opportunity to assure ourselves that the support provided was still up to the required standard. The weight of responsibility lies heavy sometimes but fortunately the support was faultless.

Anyway, back to the walk. The boggy section wasn’t too boggy and our feet remained dry which is always a bonus. We were very impressed by the report by the Group who had the eventful crossing on 14th June after a week of heavy rain. In contrast to their experience, the stepping stones when we reached them were well clear of the water and everything looked quite idyllic.

The climb up to Simon Howe found us flagging a bit. Low sugar level was identified as the culprit so we had to break out the emergency rations, (it’s important to be prepared). A mars bar for Graham and a flapjack for myself which seemed to do the trick.

We maintained a good pace after the Fylingdales break where we left our rucksacks with our support team. Even though they were of no great weight, it felt really good not to have them on our shoulders anymore. Down into Jugger Howes and up the other side with only the occasional groan on the way down. We reached the mast at about 6.45, all in all, a truly miserable experience as usual. As a Lyke Wake Walker, that’s what a Dirger is supposed to say isn’t it, not what a fantastic and satisfying day….oh and the couple of pints and a meal at the Hayburn Wyke Inn afterwards didn’t half go down well.

Well that’s it then, we demonstrated to the members of the MRT that their two ancient leaders are not past it yet and can still pass the Lyke Wake test. Mind you for a Mountain Rescue Team we do maintain a very low profile and a relatively laid back approach. At our age we don’t want people ringing up at some ungodly hour from some remote mountains in the wilds of Lincolnshire wanting to be rescued. Oh have I mentioned, we are the Leaders of the Lincolnshire Mountain Rescue Team!!!

Dawn to Dusk – Thursday 27th June 2019

July 9th, 2019
After a few hours of sleep at Cote Ghyll campsite, Gary, a reluctant Sky (the dog) and I we were up before the midges and on our way full of coffee and porridge. We were nicely warmed up and at the start stone for 0345, greeted by the first light in the east. Sky had seen her first rabbits of the day and was a bit more interested in proceedings.

Happy at the Start……………………………..

The path to Lord Stones was pleasant, with lovely views of mist on the lower land. A few ups and downs saw us nearing the highest point at Round Hill which we made at about 0845. The sun was well and truly with us by this point. We saw Grouse and partridge with young chicks along either side of the path throughout the morning and beautiful purple flowering heather.
We enjoyed the easy path and more beautiful views along the way to the Lion Inn, arriving at 1125. Mrs R was there in her support role, enjoying the sun in the car park and being welcomed by curious lambs. We took a seat for half an hour and stocked up on food and drink for the next leg. Sky left the team here as she was struggling with the heat, being half husky and was getting frustrated at not being allowed to chase anything – being half greyhound.
A check of the feet found no real problems and once we had topped up on suncream we were going again, easing off the start of a few aches.
We followed another walker along the road towards the car park at Seavey Hill, gaining on another Lyke Waker we thought, but he turned off and followed a Coast to Coast sign. ‘A future walk perhaps’ we thought.
We met Fat Betty at around 1315 and carried on with a hint of trepidation about the bog to come. The next section I can only describe as a slog, path finding became a bit tricky, we both fell over a couple of times and at least one boot got full.
Blue Man I’ th’ Moss told us we were on track at around 1645, a better path led us past Raven Stones but Gary was struggling at this point, his knees were complaining after the rough ground. We made it to Keys Beck road where he unfortunately had to withdraw. Mrs R put down her ice cream and came to pick him up.
The team was down to one, but the sun was still out and I carried on to Eller Beck bridge. Here I fed and watered again, treated myself to new socks and top, crammed jelly babies and wine gums in my pockets and set off for the final leg at 1915.
I got to Lilla cross just as the clouds started to build in the east. I carried on, phoning Mrs R to update her on my progress. I said I could see the mast at the end to which she replied ‘what mast?’ after a quick check of the map from me and a confession that she was sat in a fish and chip shop in Scarborough, I was happy I was still on course.
The final few miles were in gathering dusk, I disturbed a few sheep with their lambs on Jugger Howe Moor, crossed a final road and met Mrs R with Sky for the last few yards.
I was presented with an unofficial medal – sourced from a shop in Pickering that engraves dog tags! handed a dram of whisky, and driven home.
What a beautiful day.
I’ll persuade Gary to try again!
James R
Driffield

Crossing report for the LWW from Johan Toxopeus, Bilthoven, The Netherlands.

July 4th, 2019

Thursday, June 27th, solo, unsupported, 72 years old.

Weather: cloudless, full sunshine the whole day, temp. up to 25 degrees C.

Crossing: East-West.

This is my 2nd crossing. I did it once before in 2011 with my daughter, but she refused to do this ever again. So I had to cross solo.
I stayed at the Smugglers Rock Country House, very conveniently located, almost at the start. I started around 03.50 hrs at the Ravenscar radio mast. The day before I developed my usual back problems, but decided to ignore this. The weather was perfect, but still cold, 8 degrees C, and the first signs of sunrise were visible over the sea in golden rays. The days before there was quite some rainfall and the whole first section over the moors was very wet and muddy. There were a lot of grouse on the moors that flew away just before your feet with a lot of noise. Otherwise it was completely silent and deserted. In the first hour a lot of mist in the valleys and on the moors, beautiful, after sunrise this fog disappeared fast. Around 06.00 hrs a first 5 min rest at Lilly Cross. Changed wet socks. Very wet and slippery going. Slipped and fell in the muck. At 07.10 hrs the railway crossing, beautiful sunshine. Some heather is already flowering.
I had a brief stop at 09.00 hrs at the road crossing near Wheeldale lodge. 2nd breakfast with Dutch ‘krentenbollen met kaas’ (raisin buns with cheese) and bananas. Sock change again. Whatsapp to home front that I am still alive and doing very well.
The next section to the Blue Man was heavy, very stony ‘path’, wet, and no good pace could be made. At 10.20 hrs at the Blue Man, another banana. Further over the moors, bad going, wet, slippery, another fall in the muck, but around 12.30 hrs the first full view of the Lion Inn. Now, the heaviest part of the walk was over and I encountered on the tarmac road the first human beings of the day. Around 13.00 hrs Fat Betty and at 13.30 hrs I sat down outside in the sunshine of the Lion Inn with a well-earned pint of Wainwright and a well earned lasagne with chips (a very typical English combination, not seen on the continent!). Another whatsapp to home front. After an hour rest and a last sock change of a very dirty old man, which embarrassed most tourists who were enjoying their lunch, I entered the old railway road. This was good going, Dutchmen like it flat! 16.10 hrs Bloworth Crossing and around 17.45 hrs I sat down on the bench of the unfortunate Robby who died here doing the LWW. I was rather tired now, another banana, and a phone call to the home front. My three grandchildren yelled to me over the phone to keep going and that really helped me very much. Another 4 hrs to go. I took both lower variants of the route and entered the Lord’s café around 19.15 hrs and to my great surprise it was still open (I thought they close at 17.00 hrs). I had a ice-cold coke to boost-up my sugar level and started the last part. The much feared climb to Carlton bank was heavy and exhausting. A little bit further on I met the last walker/runner of the day, and we had a nice conversation about walking and the moors in general. I made a slight navigation error just after the weir/ford at Hollin Hill and walked to far on the road (I did not bother to look on the map after the Lion Inn), because a van was parked just in front of the Cleveland Way sign. I lost a valuable 20 minutes and energy. The last horrible little climb in the Coalmire and I could sit down rather exhausted on the iron bench. The very nice views have gone here since the trees are too high now, one is getting old. A last effort to the Parking lot were my car was waiting, I parked it the day before in the fog and rain. Arrival at 22.00 hrs. A good 18 hrs walk with 1 hr rest. A beautiful day to remember! I drove to the Queen Catherine Hotel, signed the book and had another coke and phoned the home front of my safe arrival in the civilised world again. Then I drove back to Ravenscar for well-earned whisky and a good rest.