Crossing Report 19th September 2021. David Gibson.

September 20th, 2021

This is a follow up email with a few details of the Lyke Wake walk I emailed you about a few days ago.

So, as planned me and Shaun was driven to Ravenscar (on Saturday night, 18th September.) by Shaun’s partner Alyson. We got there a little after 11pm and after getting ready we touched the stone and off we went at 12am. Bang on time for once haha.
Alyson met us at the second check point (from Ravenscar end), made a quick coffee grabbed a sandwich and off we went again. Everything was going great until we got to the boggy bit and boy was that difficult, we fell and sank up to our knees a few times, it was hard going.
We eventually got through all that and met Alyson again near the pub and refilled our drinks and set off again. That was a difficult section for Shaun who lagged behind quite a bit but I stopped and waited for 20 minutes here and there for him to catch up. We reach Clay Bank carpark and Shaun decided after about 30 miles he just couldn’t carry on from that point so I made a quick decision that I’d come this far I wasn’t giving up now. With a bit of encouragement from Shaun I carried on, toward my finish in Osmotherley at the reservoir. Last 10 miles was hard going but I reached the reservoir at 5.30pm, touched the Lyke wake stone and gave myself a pat on the back. Shaun was asleep in the car. Haha
So the crossing took 17 1/2 hours which included the stops and waiting about for Shaun when he was struggling. Taking all of that out I think my crossing would have been 16 hours. This was a 3rd time lucky thing. Since June this year we’ve tried 2 other times. I quit the first time after 20 miles, Shaun quit the second time after 10 miles but this 3rd time I was determined to finish. And finish I did.

All the best

Dave

            

 

Crossing Report Date: 16th August 2021

August 18th, 2021

Crossing Report
Date: 16th August 2021
Runner: Jane Weatherill (solo, supported)
Checkpoint Support: Lee Weatherill
Time: 7hrs 56mins
My Yorkshire husband casually mentioned I should do the Lyke Wake Walk having made the crossing himself in his younger days (back then he probably did it bare foot over still forming glacial rock). I like running, I like crossing things, so why not! Here is my report.
Before looking at any maps, I thought I’d do a spot of research. Turns out this route had some history to it. It has a club, it has condolence cards, a book with a coffin on the front. It may just be that myths and legends are synonymous with the Lyke Wake Walk. This was not going to be the sort of journey where I nonchalantly hum away to myself, no; this was going to be one of contemplation and deep introversion…I was about to undertake a….well…undertaking.
Fast forward to the morning of the run, the weather was fitting enough, drizzly, a bit murky. Time for my solitary procession. Or so I thought.
Grouse! What splendid birds they are too. Springing out from every bit of heath, I wasn’t alone after all. The scenery was beautiful, naturally. Legs, they felt strong. I was very much enjoying this. Upon reaching the infamous Lion the weather still hadn’t really lifted, in fact it was a bit chilly. Coat on. Was this signalling the beginning of the ‘ordeal’ that I had foolishly disregarded?


Bogs! It was August so I was hoping they weren’t going to be too bad (they weren’t too bad). But they were there, mustn’t get complacent Jane. I could die out here after all. And maybe somewhere on Glaisdale Moor/Rosedale Moor the sun came out. I couldn’t be certain, the darkness was descending and the mania was taking hold. Where are you Blue Man I’ th’ Moss? Where are you Blue Man I’ th’ Moss? Where are….?
Laugh. Don’t laugh. Curse. Don’t curse.
Upon reaching Lilla Cross, amidst the purple haze, it was dawning on me what the Lyke Wake Walk was symbolising. From sorrow comes acceptance. Of rocks, that is.



Making my way up towards the mast at Ravenscar I was starting to realise my mind, my legs, and my soul had been scrambled. To anyone who embarks on this journey, I send you my deepest sympathies.
In memory of my father: JC