Wednesday, 20 May 2026

80@80 Dale's Way No.2.

Here we go again 5 weeks after my 1st 80@80 (80 miles non stop celebrating my 80th birthday) along the Dale's Way.
The aim was to see if I could actually do it again. I had completed numerous Dale's Way non stoppers before some years ago but had been forced to forget about them in the last few years whilst undergoing nhs waiting lists before finally having bilateral hip replacements.
Five weeks ago with Malc a mate of mine, I attempted it again and happily succeeded.
This time I was out to see just how fast I could manage it, like I used to without taking any rest stops, just short pauses for re-supplies and taking advantage of honesty facilities and any 1st aid.
Five weeks ago I had no problems, legs felt brilliant and were never even tested, just one small painless blister.
This time as I set out from Ilkley I knew straight away that things were going to be different. Legs unwilling I had to push them to get them going, not flowing at all and knew I was in for it. Clearly two hard days physical work prior then hurting my back doing a job on my cleaning machine in the van was not good preparation for what lay ahead.
A nice bright day spoilt by quite a strong cold headwind which would accompany me well into the dark of night before easing with the return of daylight as I approached Sedburgh the following morning.
The route nowhere near as busy as Easter week last time but the early stages between Bolton Abbey and Bursall very busy with groups of DOE award backpackers.
Reached Grassington, into the store to re- supply as this would be my last guaranteed place to do so as the only other shop I would be passing during normal opening hours on the route at Kettlewell would once again be closed by the time I got there,  it closes at 2pm. 
Bit overloaded, I then went to the bakery shop where I had to waste time in the queue as I couldn't resist their Yorkshire pasty and apple pie. Eating as I walked, it became apparent that the tight hamstrings and achilles tendon pain that had developed since the 19 mile point weren't easing off, in fact getting worse. I decided just to carry on and apply some Voltarol gel when in Kettlewell. 

Usual peaceful scenery between Grassington and Kettlewell mostly walking on grass, stile clambering across numerous limestone drystone walls, some with those sprung gates atop that if not very careful can try and launch one off the wall quicker than intended.
Into the public toilets once there and gel applied, moving on swiftly. The miles towards Buckden passing without incident.
A mile ot two before reaching there, I suddenly heard something from behind. Upon turning around I was surprised and delighted to see Chris one of our small band of similar minded adventurous active friends. Chris much younger than me was with another pal Ian and their wives, staying in Kettlewell in their camper vans. He had noticed my updated tracker position and set off to catch me up. He walked with me the rest of the way to Buckden before turning about and back to his van. Just the pickup I needed at that point. 
Past Hubberholme and Yockenthwaite, alongside the river that often disappears under the weird eroded limestone river bed to Beckermonds Bridge.
That awful steep tarmac road climb leading to and through Oughtershaw.
Then the track past Nethergill which was closed this time. The path through the moorland climb up to Cam Houses although often boggy wasn't too bad and during daylight his time.
The Sun was sinking behind the horizon as I walked the Cam High Road and passed through Gearstones. 
Headtorch switched on before reaching the road at Dent Head.
The steep descent at Dent Railway Viaduct brought added discomfort to my hamstrings and achilles so I made the decision to walk the road all the way through Dent to Sedburgh. Not missing anything anyway,  it being dark of the night, which lasted until a mile or so after reaching there around 3.30am.
I had considered packing up at Sedburgh, not wanting to cause lasting damage to my achilles but it was too early and although sore had not become worse as I was no longer pushing along, rather just keeping them legs going.
Crook O Lune Bridge was my next target and upon reaching there found Joe's Tuck Shop at Pool House. 
The owner Alison pre informed me that she'd leave some goodies out. I found them with a little note. Another big pick me up, such a kind supportive gesture. The wine gums were wonderful but the mints topped them, wonderful, thank you.
Under the massive viaduct, eventually over and crossing the M6 and into the Lakes, not quite the Lake District,  but near enough for me.
(Sideways Blogger won't flip it)
Before Burneside I called in at Sprint Mill and made a couple of brews of tea. 
(Ditto)
The route from there to Burneside is quite different to what it was last but one time I've done the route, it seemed to take a wider arc along the roads whereas it used to cut straight across a field to join the road.
No point in going into the village so turned off along the path to join the river Kent to Staveley.
From there it's just over 6 miles, a section I particularly like and different to 5 weeks prior, this time in daylight.
I reached the slate Dalesway bench above Bowness at 4.05pm, 32 hours and 22 minutes and 15 seconds, after setting off from Ilkley. Not my fastest or my slowest. 

GARMIN Mini 2 Inreach measurement below:-
STRAVA measurement recording below:-
I've always believed that on a long distance route you end up doing more distance than stated in guidebooks etc due to all the little meandering that paths often do. However when measuring using electronic devices like garmin, strava etc the distance displayed at the end can be less than actually travelled. This is due to the device's interaction with satellite connectivity, not counting distance when pace drops below 1.6kph or when negotiating awkward stiles, a mini stop can be recorded and only restarted when it reconnect.
The only pauses I had were around 30 minutes re- supplying in Grassington and 30 minutes having two brews at Sprint Mill, the other almost 4 hours difference on Strava between moving time and elapsed time must be what it inaccurately accumulated as mini stops.
First one I've finished with an injury other than bad blisters but as I'm writing this two days later everything is already in the mend.
Actually there's an accumulation of fluid in both ankles and right one looks worse, however it was the left one that was producing pain.
After 10 Dales Ways, I'm probably done with the route now πŸ€” but never say, neverπŸ˜„ and I've only done a West to East twice.
If you are of a mind to test yourself and physically fit with no medical issues.- if you don't give it a go, you'll never know.
Let me end by saying that of all the places worldwide that I've been and things that I've done, my first Dales Way walk with my wife over 8 days, remains one of the best and most memorable times I've ever had. It's a superb walk through wonderful country, take your time, take it in. 
(at least first time πŸ˜‰)
Finally a big thank you for all your best wishes, encouragement and donations to my just giving page for the Brain Charity.
My target of £500.. surpassed and £760.. reached.πŸ‘
Dave.

Tuesday, 14 April 2026

80 miles at 80 years on the Dale's Way.

Photo of myself and Malc during the 2015 Winter Spine Race.
To enlarge a photo  click on it and spread with fingers  then click return.
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I progressed into attempting longer and longer walks many years ago after a lifetime of competative running and long distance walking and backpacking since age 11. I had knee surgery and messed it up by running again after only two weeks, still hoping to run in that years London Marathon two months later. Unfortunately returned inflamation took 11 months to settle down.
A friend loaned me a book by Mike Cudahey, one of the UK"s original small group of long distance runners. He got into longer stuff after having his knee meniscus totally removed. That's what surgeons did in those days. That gave me hope for my future ambitions.
I didn't fancy trying to run those distances but considered walking them. I didn't mix running and walking, so I'd set off on a walk and walk all of it and if a run I'd run all of it. The tern 'Ultra' was years away from becoming popular for what I termed 'Non Stoppers'.
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I first tried the Ribble Way, 70 miles, non stop. I'd backpacked it with some friends years earlier over 5 days, starting in Longton near Preston, finishing at the river Ribble source on the fells above Ribblehead, Yorkshire. This time I walked the 5 miles up to the source from Ribblehead and started at the source. Managed 60 of the 72 miles which was double my previous best distance. Bruised feet made me realise how important foot management was when going further.
In the following years I gradually learned how to best pre protect the feet after suffering many horrific blisters.
Routes I regularly did, non stop included the Dale's, Cumbria, Ribble, Pendle and Calderdale Ways. I'd do them in the other direction too. All this alongside my fell, cross country and marathon running and racing.
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My running came to an abrupt stop a number of years ago due to a bad self employed works practise lead to severe hip arthritis. In 2021 and 2023 I had my hips replaced with titanium and polythene components. All went well and have been trying to rebuilt my atrophied leg muscles back up ever since.
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The late great Joss Naylor inspired me to try something in later life as he did, when he ran 70 high Lakeland peaks during his 70 at 70 years attempt, which he of course succeeded in completing. 
For my 60th birthday, along with Malc a pal that I'd done much stuff in the hills with, Lakes, Munro's and all sorts, we did 6 Munro's at 60 years in a weekend, including travelling up to Scotland and back, from Lancashire. 
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Approaching my 80th, gave me the idea of 80 miles at 80 to see if I still could and it seemed clear that the Dale's Way was an obvious route to use.
Apart from two walks beyond 25 miles, since my hip surgeries, I had been mostly doing my local 4/5 mile walks.
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My pal Malc decided to join me, which he had many years since when we managed reaching Bowness in 30.5 hours.
These non stoppers are easier done solo with no distractions, just yourself making all decisions as to pace, where and when if stops to see to feet etc or when to abandon. You also have to be right on your game, any underlying virus, injury etc not evident will find it's way out and cause a failure.
We travelled to Ilkley in my car which we parked up near the bridge over the river Wharfe, to start, in was 8.30am and we were off, hoping to be in Bowness the following mid afternoon. 
The start, the jackets didn't stay onfir long.
It turned out that 7th April 2026 was quite a hot day,  wearing only base layer top, we didn't need any other top until around 9.30pm and wished we'd started in shorts, all was going well although at a slower pace than usual.
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Malc, a very strong hill walker now 64 years, informed me that he'd only just finished a course of antibiotics for his fairly frequent athletic induced asthma. He assured me that he was much better but had been having sleep problems and issues with his back. Of course being competative, little niggles never stopped us doing or having a go at anything. I raced two London marathons whilst on antbiotics for a chest infection, and finished both so there was no concern at this point. 
Aproaching Bolton Abbey.
Burnsall.
Busy at Burnsall.
Suspension Bridge over the Wharfe.
Grassington for supplies.
Bridge at Kettlewell.
On the way to Buckden.
Between Kettlewell and Buckden the pace significantly slowed. Upon reaching Buckden the decision was to made to make differences to our totally non stop rules in which absolutely no rest stops were allowed, only allowing a few minutes to deal with the likes of bad blisters. We had a meal in the Buck Inn.
Left there and was soon passing through Hubberholme as it became dark and headtorches on..
Yockenthwaite soon came and the prehistoric stone circle. Couldn't remember which way you're supposed to walk round so we did full circle in both directions.
Prehistoric Stone Circle.
 I was ok in fact I felt really good and wondered where the bounce in my legs had come from on such little long distance practise in recent years.
Beckermonds Bridge and Oughtershaw passed through.
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At Nethergill and Malc needing to get at least a little sleep, we, as quietly as we could, wandered around the back looking for their honesty facility, hoping it was open despite it nearly midnight. Next thing, the owners came out. They asked if we were the ones doing 80 at 80 and showed in the honesty facility. Lovely couple who couldn't have been more helpful. They left us to it, we had a couple of brews, something to eat, them Malc had 45 minutes sleep. He was out like a light, I didn't feel unduly tired so didn't bother. His back had also been troubling him from the start.
Nethergill.
It was highly unusual for him to be the one suffering fatigue etc as normally he's that far ahead that when our small group would get together during our Munro bagging campaign, we nicknamed him the Stag.
Stags would be seen on the skyline of a mountain ridge looking down on us mere mortals, shaking their head side to side, that was Malc all over.
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Five months after my latest hip replacement, I joined Malc doing the Cape Wrath Trail, he in his usual excellent form, disapearing into the distance, me strangley struggling for breath on every ascent. On day four with pain shooting across my diaphram, I abandoned my Cape Wrath, leaving him to carry on, while I switched to the easier Afric Kintail Way and Great Glen Way. Blood test a week later, I was suffering from Anaemia, lack of iron and blood oxygen.
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Continuing on he eventually developed the Ultra lean, when one side of the back goes into bad spasm. The muscles tighten up pulling the body over that side. The more one carries on, the more they tighten, the more the lean.


Dent Bridge.
Malcs Lean.
By the time we'd got to Dent in daylight, he considered stopping but was still toying with the idea of somehow carrying on. We'd lost a lot of time and I was becoming concerned, although I'd not set a definitive finishing schedule, I needed to catch the last train out of Windermere to be back home.
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Despite trying his best to keep going it was clear that there was not going to be any improvement or lessening of pain so at Sedburgh he finally retired, absolutely gutted, the pair of us parted. Him for the bus, me turning left to carry 
Sedburgh Bridge.
I increased pace in an effort to claw back some time.
Still feeling good for some miles, though legs beginning to feel it on ascents, feet protected by pre taping with Rocktape, uncomfortable on outer sole for around half an hour before discomfort going somewhere else, then settling down to absolutely fine again before the signs if occasional hot spots. It's always the same, not worth worrying about,  blisters are never as bad as they feel with the exception of ball of foot blisters which can bring everything to an eventual retirement.
Lincolns Inn Bridge.
Lincolns Inn Bridge seemed to take forever to reach, next milestone being Crook O Lune Bridge, my failure point last time, checking my watch, down by 5 hours 56 minutes on planned hopeful time, I realised that i'd be walking into my second night. I took a few minutes here, soaked my Spine Race buff in the river,  placed on my head, wonderful cooling sensation after becoming quite sun blasted bleary. 

Crook O Lune Bridge.
While here I phoned my wife.
Pat suffered a life changing accident 14 months previously and consequently I hadn't been able to leave her overnight to do anything like this or get away backpacking, as she needed some help still with every day things. However, one night she told me that if the lads (all extremely active) wanted to do something for my 80th then I must go. I responded by saying that I couldn't leave her. She insisted she'd manage for one night. I was initially reluctant but thought about the 80 at 80, if only to see if I could still do it. Now I was asking if she'd be ok for a second night as I was obviously going to miss the last train from Windermere. She told me she'd cope, be careful and to try and get ab&b ince there.
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Onwards and upwards, carried on. Passing familiar landmarks like the viaduct, from one rver to the next, their bridges, having to backtrack after missing that and the next turning. I always feel relieved once over the M6 farm bridge, entering the outskirts of the Lake District National Park.
It was very hot and with sleep deprivation setting in I took advantage of a couple of honesty drink stations. At Green head farm near Grayrigg, I wasn't sure to pass through to the right or left of farm buildings. However the farmer showed me the way, asked me if i wanted a drink and a sit. His wife brought cans of drinks and snacks. We had a chat, she had seen about my 80 at 80. Before leaving I packed some cans and snack including a Banana and asked how much I owed him. He wouldn't tale any money, mentioning that i was raising funds for charity. I thinked him and continued on my way. You meet some lovely people while walking.
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Daylight fading once again which I hadn't been prepared for in the initial and usual plan. 
Passing through Burneside and Staveley, the end felt like it was in sight but I realised the finish would be late in the day, no point in rushing, so intentionaly slowed down. Well before Hags Head Farm, it was headtorch time again. Impressed by the improvement to that place and the path, which had always previously been quite scrappy.
Beyond there passing through woods and fields approaching Bowness is quite straight forward in daylight but now in the dark was very confusing with the myriad of paths criss crossing everywhere. It took time in making sure I followed the correct line.
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Then over the last rise, I was there at the slate bench and the end of the Dale's Way.
It was 30 minutes past midnight, too late for accommodation and 6 hours before the first train home.
Dales Way Slate Bench and finish Bowness.
I wandered the dark streets of Bowness, slowly until 3.30am, gradually making my way up to Windermere rail station where I found a seat in the covered waiting area.
I put on my insulated jacket, hood up and gloves on and nodded off, waking up a  couple of hours later.
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Train arrived around 6.40am to Oxenholme, next train to Preston where I had some breakfast then on to Chorley and finally a taxi.
My wife was relieved to see me after she'd had a sleepless night worrying about me getting cold in the dark. She knows I've plenty of experience and been doing these things for many years, I always carry a tracker with its emergency button should I need it, but when one isn't there the imagination can take over.
Shower followed, then went upstairs for a few hours sleep, telling my wife to wake me around teatime.
I woke needing the loo, thinking I'd overslept into the next day but once downstairs found it was only 5pm the same day.
Friday we caught 4 trains to Ilkley to collect our car and drive it home.
Ilkley Bridge over the Wharfe.
Saturday it finaly hit me, weary and sleepy all day, then saturating sweats all night in bed, the usual after effects of ultra distance events as the body repairs itself.
So that was it, managed it, time wasn't important, unfortunately couldn't finish it with Malc, but no damage done, feet remained good, just one small heel blister and swollen big toe, both of which I never felt during the walk and a slight quad muscle stiffness from a severe cramp whilst clambering over over barbed wire crumbling low wall during a little nav error.
We had really good weather, had it been bad it would have no doubt been a different story.
Dave Lee.