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Lyke Wake Walk / Chaos Crossing Report. 27th July 2021.

Friday, July 30th, 2021


• Lewis Brunt
• Dave Shaw
• Dom O’Leary
• Chris Moran
• Tom Williams
• Matt Williams (COVID drop-out)

Start: 04:45 End: 21:20 – unsupported

Excited, eager and underslept we emerged from our hostel in Osmotherley and rapidly realised that we had a mile of walking to do, in the early morning light, before we would even lay hands on the starting stone.


? The early parts of the walk saw us climbing up onto the ridge of the beautiful Cleveland Way as the sun rose, breaking over the lowlands to our right. Morning haze sat in the valleys as we trudged towards the rising sun. A stunning start to our hike that hid the perils ahead.

Stopping for breakfast some opted for the first of many sandwiches. A chance to build energy reserves for our march.

? We took a brief detour with a slightly unwanted climb up the hill to see the Wainstones, and to uncover who the mysterious figure was watching us as we crossed the valley. It turned out to be just some bloke with an unnatural ability to stay very still like a silent watcher on the moors. We trudged on.


We hit the first signs of trouble in the flat stretch following the old moorland railway. After a significantly long period of flat ground Lewis somehow put a foot wrong sending his hip out of place. Some complaining, emergency stretches and commandeering of the walking poles later he was working on a new Gallagher brothers-esque walking style to alleviate the aches and pains.

Then, after a bit too long staring down the flat straight track of a long gone railway line, we turned a corner and laid our eyes on the the pub, our halfway point. A building astride the top of the next ridge (albeit an hours further walk away) and with the promise of even more sandwiches to break the morning diet of strawberry pencils, third-tier Haribo and dried out peanut butter bagels.

Fully sandwiched up, including with ample supplies of the Lion Inn’s apparently famous ‘cheese savoury,’ we headed on the path towards our greatest fear. We had heard much of the ‘boggy section’ leading to some quite extensive research via Google Maps, Ordnance Survey and YouTube to make sure we were fully prepared for what lay ahead (it was nearly as intensive as our pre-walk sock research). Stopping only once to save a baby rabbit in distress, we left the road following the course of a thankfully dried out river bed to what we could only imagine was certain, muddy death.

Recent spells of dry weather meant that it was a good few miles before we became blocked by wet ground. The spring line causing us to have to plan each step in a way that we weren’t accustomed to so far. Having passed a few fetid ponds and another towering cairn we emerged largely dry, largely unscathed and most importantly without breaching our Scarpas.

We thought at that point that we had broken through the most difficult leg but instead we were about to enter something much worse than a largely dry bog. Unbeknownst to us we faced eight miles of broken footpaths, dry riverbeds and uneven stones. All on tired feet that had carried us thirty miles already.

Flyingdales haunted us from a distance. A speck of white that we knew was well before our end point.

This is where the real pain began, five men in the peak of fitness beginning to break emotionally, physically and rapidly losing the energy to talk to each other.

Breaking the thirty mile barrier was the only reassurance that this could be done. Our bodies were telling us no but our minds still had it covered.

We broke out our second sandwiches and kidded ourselves that this next section was the final stretch.

The stepping stones over Wheeldale Beck distracted us momentarily in the sea of grinding heather but the hills and the constantly rolling moors were really taking their toll now.

Chris, in a bid to up morale, pulled out a portable speaker and played the greatest hits of local musician Paul Tilley. Singing along to the chorus of ‘Bobby Moore’ made the miles passed underfoot momentarily more bearable. The mis-hit notes from five exhausted men spooked local grouses in the bushes around us, sending them into mad skyward flurries.

The last few miles of the walk became blurred. Minds wiped themselves clean of thoughts, feet hoped to forget. Photos stopped being taken, why would we want to preserve how we felt in these moments?
The final ascent was only achievable after devouring a final packet of wine gums between the team. The steps up became welcome relief as the incline pulled on different muscles to those worn by the flat ridgeline.

As we approached the aerial at the walks end the final sprint finish felt like purgatory. The aerial, now in the low evening light, felt like it remained a few hundred metres out of reach for too long. Our trials weren’t over yet. Chris, overly excited by the prospect of removing his shoes one final time, rushed us to the wrong finishing stone. As he went to lay his hands on what was clearly a trig point, camera at the ready, it dawned on him the painful truth. He had added a painful fifty metres to the walk, fifty metres dashed on deadened legs. We returned to the path and found our end amongst the long grass.

But one final test remained.

Dead to the world, the sun setting on the moors and on our joie de vivre, we were refused salvation. A taxi wasn’t coming for us. Another mile stood to our hotel and a final sandwich promised to mark the day’s end. A mile emerging out of the gloom. We trampled on into the encroaching night, the darkness of Ravenscar taking what was left of our souls.

Lyke Wake Walk: Supported West to East Crossing, 10th July 2021

Sunday, July 25th, 2021

A crossing report for your consideration!


Darren Draper

Paul Draper

Carl James

Simon James

Support crew:

Mark Heslin

Section 1: Scarth Wood Moor to Carlton Bank
Despite a great weather forecast for the day it was an unpromising start with steady drizzle as we drove down the A19 from Middlesbrough. Thankfully it had dried up by the time we reached Osmotherley and that was the last we saw of the rain all day. There was still plenty of mist around as we posed for the obligatory photo at the starting stone at 04:45. We made good progress through the early hours with the only worry being when Carl came within a whisker of spraining his ankle after only about 600m. Thankfully he managed to “walk it off”.

Section 2: Carlton Bank to Clay Bank
After a welcome brew at our first support stop, we faced the challenge of a very hilly stage with lots of climbing and a few steep descents. It was during this stage that we passed a lone walker coming the other way, who from the submitted reports looks to have been just about to complete an overnight unsupported crossing. She looked to have far fresher legs than a few of us at this point.

Section 3: Clay Bank to Flat Howe
At the next support stop most of us took the opportunity to get out of the boots and change into trainers for a few hours – a good decision for the majority of the next stage which was mostly spent on the old railway, We were also passed early in this stage by someone attempting a world record time for a crossing; by the looks of things she would make it to Ravenscar a bit before we would.

Section 4: Flat Howe to Hamer House
Another nice stage with plenty of open moor to contend with, and a few tricky areas where we had to pick our way carefully. We passed two fellow walkers heading the same way who kindly told us that from their reccies of the previous week, the next stage was by far the worst!

Section 5: Hamer House to Eller Beck
This stage was where it started to get a bit close to falling apart. Our fellow walkers from the previous stage proved true to their word, and this would be the longest stretch of the day between support stops. Over the next couple of hours various parts of Darren and Simon’s bodies started to stop working properly. The sun finally came out and there was no shelter on the open moor from the heat. And the distinctive sight of RAF Fylingdales impossibly seemed to remain always in the far distance, never appearing to get any closer for almost three hours. There was a bit of respite to the hot open moor with a lush green valley and stepping stones over a clear stream, and soon after we finally managed to make it to the next stop for a short rest. It was late on during this stage that Paul took his first pee break of the day which, speaking of world record attempts, probably qualifies him for some sort of award.

Section 6: Eller Beck to Jugger Howe
Despite having broken the back of the total distance there was still over seven miles to go. Simon picked up some walking poles at this point which ended up being the difference between him giving up and being able to finish (although equally it could have been the Tunnock’s Caramel Wafer offered by our support driver Mark).

Section 7: Jugger Howe to Ravenscar
This was the final stretch which was mercifully short but still incredibly hard work for some of us. We were promised that we’d be able to see the radio mast as a marker of how long we’d have left to go but the mist had started to come in at this point and by the time we’d finished the main ascent, visibility was literally down to about 50 metres. We made it to the finishing stone at 21:05, 16 hours and 20 minutes after we set off, with our total walking time being just under 14 hours. Mark managed to bundle us into the back of the van for the final drive to Whitby, where the only thing left to do was to dine on takeaway pizza and beers, and to start planning next year’s attempt…