The Lyke Wake Walk is a 40 (42 mile) crossing across the North Yorkshire Moors from Osmotherley to Ravenscar. The walk was created by Bill Cowley in 1955, who issued the challenge to walkers to complete the crossing in under 24 hours. On the 1st October 1955, 10 men and 3 women set out at noon to perform the 1st crossing; they reached Ravenscar around 10.30 the next day. The route can also be completed from east to west.
Successful completion of the walk leads to membership to the Lyke Wake club, with females being bestowed with the title of ‘Witch’ and males ‘Dirger’. The name of the walk itself comes from the many ancient burial mounds found throughout the moors, known as ‘tumulus or howes. ‘Wake’ meaning to watch over a corpse and ‘Lyke’ the corpse itself.
Below is my walk which was completed with my dear friends John and Elaine Crowe. However I feel I should emphasise first and foremost, that this walk was attempted after completing a programme of training walks. The Lyke Wake walk, all 40 miles of it, is absolutely not a Saturday stroll, and should not be contemplated without due consideration to your level of fitness and overall ability to complete the walk.
From February to May, we undertook to complete 1 walk a month of increasing distances and incorporating a variety of landscapes. This was in addition to our regular fitness activities i.e. circuit training, cycling, running etc. Our first walk in February was a 12 mile hike in the undulating terrain of the peak district. This was followed in March with a 17 mile, relatively flat jaunt around Rutland Water. April saw us return to the Peak District for another 17 mile hike. May was a turning point; having not even completed a walk equivalent to the half way distance i.e. 20miles, it was make or break time. We had to prove we could at least do this distance or the attempt was off. So, one bright and early morning we found ourselves in Clumber Park and began what was to be a bit of an epic one – 29 miles in total – taking in Sherwood Forest and many of the surrounding villages, to finally end up back at the car, stiff, blistered, but with the knowledge that we could do it. We would learn from this experience; the walk was on! |