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;

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Crossing report – 21st May 2021

May 24th, 2021

Tom, Richard, Ben O, Charles and Ben B (and Jules, the amazing support driver)

This was a gritty crossing. I don’t think we were under any illusions that this wouldn’t be a challenge but the weather certainly wasn’t kind. The month of May had been a wash out across the UK so water levels were high and this was the forecast as we headed up on the train from London:
But the inexperienced five old mates from university were not going to be deterred and our naïve knowledge of the area and hiking generally was probably a plus.
We had also raised an incredible £17k for Mind, the mental health charity, so nothing was going to stop us…
We were keen to make the last food order at the Raven Hall Hotel and so decided to set off at 4am

The weather was actually kinder than forecast as we set off which helped the early start. And the first section to Lord Stones went relatively smoothly (bar a slight wrong turn early on…), although our support driver mistakenly went to the second checkpoint so we didn’t stop and carried on up the climb to Cringe Moor to checkpoint 2. The paths was thankfully relatively solid over these sections, excluding the path along the Broughton plantation which was very muddy.

At checkpoint 2 we met another support driver who told us there was another group in pursuit (more on them later…). It was then that the rain started and it basically didn’t stop for the rest of the day. We were reminded of the scene in the movie Forest Gump ‘we been through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stingin’ rain…and big ol’ fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways’…

The next section along the old railway was long (9.5 miles) with the rain lashing and visibility getting worse. But at least the ground was still relatively solid. Given the lack of visibility we missed the turn at the Lion Inn and so added a mile or so onto our walk…But we arrived at Checkpoint 3 at Rosedale Head at 11.15am so we were on track.

The next section was the one we had been dreading – the bog. I don’t think photos will do justice to the conditions. Paths were streams and the ground was like a sponge, with us sinking each step.

But this relative short section of c. 5 miles felt like an adventure and we arrived at checkpoint 4 wet and in relatively good spirits for a quick lunch (thanks again Jules!). We were halfway and still vaguely on track timing wise (c. 1.15pm).

At this point some of us were feeling quite smug that our water proof clothing purchases were holding out well, whilst others were having to change socks, shoes, clothes etc.

But getting wet couldn’t be avoided in the next section. The book had warned us that this felt longer than 8.5 miles and this was certainly the case. The ‘wet’ section at the start was much longer than anticipated with the very stoney path along the plantation basically a stream.

It was along this section that the group mentioned above passed us. But we soon caught them up again at the river. I noted the last crossing report that said if the water was any higher then the river was unpassable as the crossing stones would be under water…well there certainly were no crossing stones for us!
Whilst the group that had passed us were wondering what to do, one of our group (Ben B) went for it and waded through the river, falling to his waist right at the end but he got to the other side. We had no choice but to all follow suit, wading through thigh deep water trying to keep our footing on the slippy stones. The situation was comical and the sight of Ben O falling into the river had us crying with laughter (and will live long in the memory).

But we were now cold and still a couple of miles to the next checkpoint. Ben O was freezing at this stage but was comforted by the knowledge that he had a change of clothing in his bag…which Jules our driver had kindly dropped off at the hotel! So after Ben O had borrowed various garments, we set off from checkpoint 5 with less than 9 miles to go (and now lagging a bit time wise).
Mentally we had thought that getting past the last section would see us home and dry, but by now the legs were starting to go and it was just so wet under ground that the going was slow and heavy, sinking with each step. The visibility continued to be rubbish and hence we had no chance of seeing the finish at Lilla cross.

Even the path that looked like it had been recently worked on was a muddy and rocky, and hence slow going. The legs for a couple of others were beginning to go – walking poles helped to propel us forward. But we finally made it – within 16 hours to the stone, just….

Beer can opened and a walk / waddle / stagger to the hotel in time for food and celebratory drinks into the night…42.6 miles in total given wrong turns etc.

Crossing 09-10th May 2021. Mark Noble.

May 12th, 2021

On Sunday 9th of May I strapped on my backpack, took a final check of my maps and GPS, then headed out of door to start my journey to Osmotherley.
Train delays and wedged caravans on the narrow roads towards Cod Beck Reservoir meant that I finally set off at 12.30pm. Unlike most who set off at some ungodly hour, I wasn’t in any particular rush as the plan was always to wild camp at around the halfway point.

The weather looked good, if anything a tad warm. The first 10 miles were fantastic and I found myself bumbling alongside the Hardmoor race series. Unfortunately no offers of refreshments at each checkpoint!
Passing over the road to Hasty Bank and onto the moors was the last time I was to see anyone until the end of the walk.
I was making really good progress despite having 10kg of camping gear on my back and as I reached The Lion at Blakey thoughts turned to where I was going to pitch my tent. Randomly I spotted an Adder snake shortly after and made a note to myself to remember to zip my tent door tightly shut!
The light was fading with grey skies and light rain. I had seen a trig point just off the path and headed to set up for the night.
During my research I was aware/dreading the ‘bogs’ which many reports mention. There had been rain on and off for the past 48 hours but previous to that it had been dry for at least a couple of weeks so I was quietly hopeful.
Unfortunately, the ground was getting wetter with every step. The trig point on Rosedale Moor was a non starter as it was surrounded by water. It is the smallest trig point I’ve seen as it must have sunk into the ground. 200 yards away I found a small square of earth and whipped the tent up sharpish. 21 miles in and good progress was being made.

Up and off after a strong coffee, the next few miles were a zig zag of avoiding bogs I’d heard so much about. I’d made a decision to cross in trail shoes rather than boots and the waterproof socks were working overtime!
Crossing Wheeldale Beck via the steppingstones was good fun. Any more rain would have made this impassable.

The sun was shining, the legs were starting to ache but I knew I was on the home straight. I missed the stream train on the North Yorkshire Moors Railway by minutes as I watched it from the next hill.
RAF Fylingdales had been spotted a few miles earlier and previous hikers had spoken of it never getting any closer despite eating the miles up. I can confirm that to be true!
I hit the radio mast and trig point after a total moving time of 12 hours and 20 minutes over the two days (14 hours elapsed time).
A short walk followed down into Ravenscar to get a taxi to Scarborough. The beer waiting for the train tasted superb and I raised a smile as the heavens opened and the rain bounced off the pavement.

Crossing 01st May 2021

May 3rd, 2021

Freddie Overton, Joseph Holloway, Kit Elliott and William Rigg completed a west-east crossing to become Dirgers on 1st May 2021.

After an early drive from Whitby, the group departed from the Osmotherley Car Park at 06:10 and headed up into the moors. The weather was glorious – approximately 2C as the sun continued its rise into the sky. Jack Frost had visited overnight and there was a light mist hanging in the valleys. Going was good to firm, firm in places and the group enjoyed some of the early KMs. Apart from some very light hail, weather remained pretty decent with intermittent clouds and light-medium winds.

It was the group’s first attempt at such a walk and the initial ascents/descents did take their toll by the time of the railway track path. Readers should be aware of an emboldened baby lamb around Farndale Moore – it came right up to us expecting us to have milk!

After a brief packed lunch at the Red Lion, the group headed east over Rosedale moor. A grass snake was spotted, many grouse were scared away and the legs became ever more tired. The path was firm under foot with only intermittent bogs to cross – certainly a result of the low rainfall of late.
The sun got lower in the sky and with it the temperatures dropped back to about 2C. It was a stunning evening as the clouds dispersed to leave a pure Yorkshire sky visible. The group completed, touching the finishing stone at 22:30.

4 very tired but successful Dirgers who consider themselves very lucky for a good weather crossing.

Crossing 05th April 2021

April 7th, 2021
Just a quick report on our latest crossing.  As a family we’ve alway had a love of the Lyke Wake Walk and my nephew is no exception.  He’s done it twice himself in the past, the first time was as a young lad with my Dad  (his Grandad) some years ago now.  His Grandad completed it many years ago in under  10 hours so it’s almost become a family challenge to get across in under the 10 hours.  I did it last year in around 9 hours 40 so my nephew thought it was time he had a go and with it being almost a year to the day that my brother passed away after losing his fight against Covid we couldn’t think of a better way to mark the sad day than our own personal wake.
So the day was set and preparations began.  Support would be minimal due to Covid restrictions but thanks to my Sister and Fiance we had all we needed.  We decided on an 9 am start from Cod beck and to cross West to East

Ready for the orf’

Just a quick report on our latest crossing. As a family we’ve always had a love of the Lyke Wake Walk and my nephew is no exception. He’s done it twice himself in the past, the first time was as a young lad with my Dad (his Grandad) some years ago now. His Grandad completed it many years ago in under in 10 hours so it’s almost become a family challenge to get across in under the 10 hours. I did it last year in around 9 hours 40 so my nephew thought it was time he had a go and with it being almost a year to the day that my brother passed away after losing his fight against Covid we couldn’t think of a better way to mark the sad day than our own personal wake.

So the day was set and preparations began. Support would be minimal due to Covid restrictions but thanks to my Sister and Fiance we had all we needed. We decided on an 8 am start from Cod beck and to cross West to East

So with out little dog in tow we headed off straight up to Scarf Wood Moor to join the Cleveland Way. I know a lot of crossings start along the road to the cattle grid but taking in Scarf Wood Moor up towards Beacon hill is another family tradition that couldn’t be ignored.

We set off at a steady pace on what had turned out be a sunny, but cold morning, with a slight dusting of snow.

LWW a cold Day


The miles passed and we crossed the Cleveland Hills meeting our support at the top of Clay Bank. After a very short stop and dropping the dog off, we set off again to climb Carr Ridge up towards Round Hill and then onto Bloworth Crossing. The predicted weather hadn’t really arrived and the sun continued to shine, albeit the wind was getting stronger, but thankfully in the right direction. The next section along the old railway line to the Lion Inn passed quickly enough and we turned up the Castleton Road into a strong head wind, before meeting our support again at White Cross for a pot noddle the food of champions.

I always find the next section interesting especially in wet weather but today it was glorious. Whilst boggy in places, with the unavoidable calf deep standing water we made good progress across as most of the section was holding our weight. We met our support again very briefly at Shunner Howe and continued across to White Moor and passing Blue Man-i’th-Moss on thought the Raven Stones as we crossed Wheeldale Moor.

Blue Man

Following Wheeldale we made good progress up Howl Moor to Simon Howe but by now tired legs were setting in, but we crested the top none the less and pushed onto our next support point at Ellerbeck Bridge.

Blue Man

Following another pot noodle and hitching the dog up again we were off in a matter of minutes to start the long drag to Lilla Howe. This was a tough section, with boggy paths which had been churned up by motorbikes so the going was tough.

Dan at Lilla


Graham and Friend at Lilla ……………

Arriving at the Cross on Lilla Howe the end was now definitely in sight but the wind had turned and the sky’s were darkening with snow clouds on the horizon. But we pushed on and apart from a slight flurry at Jugger Howe the weather once again held as we crossed the Scarborough Road. Up the final climb into what was a now headwind and we had made it home in 9 hours 10 mins.

The End


So another crossing done and already thinking of the next one.

Best Regards

Graham N

Crossing. 11th September 2020, Nick Hallissey, Deputy Editor, Country Walking Magazine

February 24th, 2021

Nick Hallissey managed to squeeze in a crossing of the Lyke Wake walk between Lockdowns on 11th September 2020 crossing starting 4.54am and finishing at 7.52pm – a very respectable time of 14 hours and 54 minutes.

Quoting :
“Conditions were overcast but dry, cold at first, warming into the evening. I encountered no others doing the Lyke Wake, but several doing the Cleveland Way or Coast to Coast. I enjoyed the walk immensely; even the boggy bits. My highlight would have to be the Wain Stones, but I also enjoyed the peace and seclusion found in Wheeldale Beck and Jugger Howe Beck too”.

The story will appear in the April issue of Country Walking, on sale from 1st April to 29th April.

Crossing Report from 1991……………………….

February 18th, 2021

Lyke wake challenge Edited by Ron Feb 17 2021

This Lyke Wake Report is for the 5th – 6th  October 1991

The challenge was taken up to hopefully get sponsorship to cover the cost of supplying and fitting seat belts in the Dagenham, Robert Clack, School Bus.  

In support                                                    Walkers

Maureen Palmer                              Bill Fuller, Dean Philpott ( 13 yrs ), Gary Andrews,

Sue Philpott                                          Geoffrey Boyling, Paul Christian, Ron (2) Deadman, Ron (1) Philpott      

If you have not walked this countryside before, DON’T do it, it’s far too nice to be rushed in this manner

Forget the challenge just enjoy the walk..

We Left Dagenham (East London) at 06:45 on Saturday 5th October 1991.

Ron 1 drove us the 230 miles, straight to the Queen Catherine Hotel, in Osmotherly arriving at 12:30, for Food and beers. After two pints Ron 1 had had enough and decided to take the van to ensure that all ahead, was as had been planned. That is, the pub where we hoped to have supper, had not been demolished and where he intended for us to camp was all ok. An hour and a half later he returned to find us full of good spirits and insisted we visit the village toilets, these were unique to say the least, the cleanest & sweetest smelling loos in all of GB. With vases of flowers etc.

In due course, we set off in the van towards Cod Beck car park, close by the official-start of the walk.                                    Here suitable clothing and footwear  were donned, rucksacks filled with waterproofs etc. In Ron 2’s case an old jacket and a pair of plimsolls which Oxfam had thrown out. At 17:30 we walked to the trig point behind the wall near to the B.T repeater station on Beacon Hill. Photos were taken and watches synchronised.

At precisely 18:00 the seven of us set off for Clay Bank Top. By 19:30 it was dark, we passed through Huthwaite Green, negotiated the climb up through Live Moor Plantation, the “Devils Staircase” 105 steps and no two alike, before crossing Carlton Moor. With rapidly dimming torches, by 20:00, we think we passed the gliding club. Guessed our way across Cringle Moor then felt our way over Hasty Bank.

It was whilst Ron 2 was relating how he had narrowly escaped death, “I was on Mt Everest when I was “abandoned by my Sherpa’s, with nothing more than my underpants and fifteen foot of rope”. That Ron 1, who’s torch had long since died and with sight impaired due to tears of laughter, totally missed his footing, he fell awkwardly and twisted his knee.

We met with the support team at 22:30, where dirty kit was exchanged for clean, Maureen then drove us to catch last orders at the Black Horse in Great Broughton. Whist there, Bill tried hard to convince the locals they should all move down south, young Dean fell asleep and Ron 1 tried to ease the pain in his knee by self-administering foaming anaesthetic, at the same time making up for what he had missed earlier.

Gary said he didn’t want to have to get up once he got into his tent, and kept paying visits to the gents (five in ten minutes). Paul said “If we stay any longer, we will be in the pub all night” after a long silence & clearly some thought followed by further persuasion, we said goodnight to all the locals & our landlord, who had made us so welcome. We made Clay Bank Top by 01:30 where sleep was had until Ron 1 woke us at 04:00. Tents etc were stowed, some fresh batteries fitted to torches and Cheese sandwiches consumed. We were under way by 05:00. Into the dark of Urra Moor and Round Hill.

Paul, in an attempt to draw some of the sympathy from Ron l, promptly pulled his knee, the pair later coined the Lyke  Wake Limp, ow, ouch !!. At 06:30 a frost came down onto the Moor and it was bitterly cold.

As we walked along the disused railway track towards Esklets the sun came up and even if it didn’t feel any warmer, it looked like it should have been. Spirits were raised, and the remaining twenty-five miles or so didn’t seem such a daunting task.

In his haste to find a suitable spot to answer a call of nature, Ron 1 relieved himself of his maps and compass which fortunately, were picked up by those following.  At 09:15 we met the support team at White Cross, more cheese sandwiches, but this time with a choice of tomato or brown sauce & if you were lucky, a quick cuddle.                        

Ron 1 was reunited with his maps etc and advised that he would be penalised severely at a later date.

Geoff very generously offered to take his punishment for him, so long as he could ride in the van for the rest of the way. Ron 1 declined his offer telling him to get walking. 09:30 found us on our way to the BIue Man-in-the-Moss, knowing that the halfway point had been achieved, was good.

Support was on offer on the Hamer road at about 10:15 and we made the Blue Man standing stone at 11:30.              Cracking on to meet the support team again at 12:35 on the Wheeldale road.

Signs of tiredness were now apparent as was some anxiety as to what may lay ahead of us together with the time remaining to complete the challenge. After hurried refreshments, we were off again towards Eller Beck Bridge. Now the pace noticeably more punishing, and the adrenalin beginning to flow. Eller Beck car park was reached by 13:30, the first members, arriving prior to the support team. They had it transpired, stopped to pick up one of our number who was experiencing difficulty.

15 minutes later we were off again, passing Fylingdales early warning radar “Golf BaIIs” and on to LilIa Cross.                 Crossing Jugger Howe Beck, we made the Car Park at 15:40, Someone said “I’m going to leave my rucksack off for the final leg” abuse of all kinds followed with one person suggesting “he should be made to do it again, backwards”.

Dutifully we all put our rucksacks on, one or two even filed their water bottles.

With two hours twenty minutes left to complete the challenge, and with our goal in “sight” a warm feeling enveloped us. A slightly more relaxed pace was set as we walked on towards the Beacon on Stony Marl Moor. The Lyke Wake Stone was achieved at exactly 16:30.

Ron 2 looking at what now remained of his plimsolls remarked” You’ll have to take me home in the van, I’m afraid. These plimsolls won’t make it back to London”- What a guy?  After refreshments and photographs we got back in the van for the drive home. Extremely tired but very satisfied, our challenge fulfilled.

Many hours of planning had helped us achieve our objective. Ignoring the time to get to and from Yorkshire.

We had spent twenty-two and a half hours, sixteen of those walking, four in the pub & two and a half asleep.

Photos at the LWW stone then Ron 1 started to drive us home, but he soon fell asleep so Maureen suggested it may be better, if she took over for a while & Ron 1 had a rest. Geoff took over from Maureen and Ron 1 slept most of the way back home.

A thought: Without the immense effort put in by Sue & Maureen (support) the whole thing would have failed.                              That being the case all we would have had to show for all that effort, would have been a great pub crawl….emmm?

Majority conclusion: This was one of the most exhilarating if not somewhat foolish experiences of our lives.

Addendum: 30 years later 17 Feb 2021: Would I do it again?

Not sure I could, I’d give it a go but get more sleep and save the pub until after..

Crossing report – 12th September 2020

November 16th, 2020

It has been over 2 months since this most dreadful of experiences, and I feel only now am I able to look back to that day and recount in some small part the awfulness of what befell me.

It began at 7.00am or thereabouts at Osmotherley, and from the off the fates conspired to deliver the constant menace of a cloudless sky, a relentlessly gentle cool breeze, and the dread prospect of dry ground for the full length of the route. Travelling alone, the odd encounter with a fellow traveller consigned to perdition brought fleeting moments of respite from the thankless task, but unbroken views north from the heights of Hasty Bank only served to dampen spirits.

The only deviation from the course was around Flyingdales, wherein a navigational error set me on a different path and opened up the possibility of escape! Alas, the route was not to let me go that easily and reappeared some hour or so later, reminding me there would indeed be no escape.

After what felt like a lifetime but was just under 9 hours, very hired legs and a broken will limped beneath an antennae at Ravenscar and I vowed never to speak of that day again.

What a gloriously, utterly, wonderfully dreadful route.

Jon Haste

‘Lest We Forget’

November 6th, 2020

I blame Boris.

Announcing the latest shutdown but leaving a 4 day window resulted in the entirely predictable damage to my heels. Yep, managed to clear the decks and get the logistics sorted to cross yesterday. The only crossing that I’ve done on one day since I started dirging again in 2014 – all the others have been overnight. 17 hours then slept in the car in the car park just north of Beacon Howes – there has to be a first time for everything! Everywhere is very, very wet, stepping stones partially submerged. New boots worked OK but I should sue – they are supposed to be waterproof! (I suppose ‘warerproof’ is not the same as Lyke Wake proof)!.

Dirger Evans.

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Crossing Report (West to East) – Friday 9th / 10thOctober

October 14th, 2020

6 knees and 30 toes started – 5 knees and 28 toes finished

The Dirgers are –

Andrew Laird
Warren Mayers

The Witches are –

Michelle Cruikshank

Having seen an aborted crossing in February due to weather and another planned crossing early June abandoned due to lockdown restrictions, finally managed to arrange a smaller group crossing this weekend going west to east with a couple of first timers Warren & Michelle.

We planned to set off around midnight to land us around the bog stage with some early morning light. Providing us a moderate chance of getting ‘less’ wet. But In the spirit of foolhardiness changed this last minute and set off at 8pm allowing us to fully experience the wonders of the bog in all its glory going knee deep in a couple of places.

Pace was decent from Osmotherley to Blakey but slowed over the bog and then again after the stepping stones with some minor injuries. Still pushing on over some extremely squishy ground we arrived at the stone around 1pm..

Some very changeable weather towards the end but overall largely favourable overall along with some truly stunning views along the way..

Andrew Laird

“The Doom Trilogy”

October 13th, 2020

It is with the gravest of hearts that I must regretfully report a trilogy of doomy crossings………

Sunday 27th September 2020: departing Osmotherley at 07:54am and arriving at the mast at Ravenscar at 17:20pm, I have indoctrinated my sister in law Jill into the weird and wonderful ways of the Lyke Wake Walk, with her first ever crossing being a very steady shuffle-trudge Eastwards across the moors. Soggy underfoot, and with occasional horizontal rain blasts, this was not an ‘easy’ crossing by any measure. Ably supported by Jill’s husband, Matthew and their trusty canine friend Lilly-dog, this was a rather uneventful crossing, but another treasured notch on the LWW post for yours truly. I am sorry to proffer that I doubt Jill will be making the Lyke Wake Walk a repeat event on her diary, but you never know, do you?
D: 7.54am / A: 5.20pm

Sunday 4th October 2020: obviously having had his appetite whetted from the previous week’s supporting endeavours, this time it was my brother in law Matthew who was to join me, and this time dutifully supported by Jill and Lilly-dog! I do like to keep it in the family. This was an ever so slightly quicker affair this week, with my crossing time being a pleasing nine hours and four minutes. I’ll recapture those sub-nine hour PB days soon enough I tells ya! As opposed to last week, we took the Cleveland Way over the tops, and the views were absolutely stunning. After a minor SNAFU in our planned rendezvous with Jill by Old Margery, we eventually met up further along the road at the lay-by by the Millennium Stone for a hearty refreshment of cheese pasties and hot coffee. Being an altogether more gifted runner than I, Matthew was nought but a mere dot on the horizon for much of the second half of the crossing, but again I was full of the joys, sorry – miseries, of another day spent out on those moors we all love so. Lilly-dog joined me for the final mile and half push up to the mast, and I dare say pulled me on a little more quickly than had I been “unencumbered” by my dog-walking duties.
D: 6.14am / A: 3.18pm

Saturday 10th October 2020: after two familial crossings, I was delighted to reconvene with my original Lyke Wake family, Claire and Tom Chapman for a reverse crossing from East to West. It was fantastic to spend the time catching up, especially with this world of ours having gone so tremendously potty of late! Naturally, there was a lot of reminiscing of past crossings – typically focusing on the ones that did not go quite according to plan! Fortuitously, no such disasters today… Tom and Claire are keen advocates of a reverse crossing but I remain unconvinced… the Wainstones, Cringle Moor and Carlton Bank take a little “digging deep” when you’re already thirty miles in. Perhaps due to the toll of a third crossing in three weeks, my right calf muscle gave up the ghost today but I just about got through intact. Conditions throughout the day were very changeable but the skies cleared for our passing over the tops giving rise to stunning views.
D: 7.29am / A: 6.05pm

So… I must admit, I’ve very much enjoyed my “three in three” but it’s now time to rest up, and start plotting that first attempt at a double crossing!!!

David Allen
Aged 46.6 years
Ripon, North Yorkshire