“The feeling of adventure was absolutely massive. The Yorkshire landscape is so varied, from coast to countryside. ” Support along the way? It was amazing from start to finish. On the first day so many people turned up to South Bay Beach in Scarborough and members of the Welcome to Yorkshire team started off with me. That first night I camped up beyond Whitby and I got an email from a chap named Jonathan. He’d seen my details on the tracker and wanted to join me the next morning. At 5am we met up, watched the incredible sunrise and set off on the run. Then at Staithes eight more runners turned up and we headed for Redcar. There was so much support and encouragement and it just kept on coming. What were the best bits? The feeling of adventure was absolutely massive. I’m aware that I was actually never really that far from home but the life that I was living over the
DISCOVER Its breathtaking landscapes, picturesque beaches, and endless coastline make Redcar a truly idyllic seaside resort and the perfect place to go for a run. Once a famous fishing village, Redcar has a rich heritage and history.
eighteen days was so different, carrying my kit, camping out and discovering so much about Yorkshire. A really brilliant experience! The people that I met en route were amazing. As I ran into Hull I was suddenly joined by a whole group of runners from a local athletics club who had heard what I was doing and wanted to be part of it. Their enthusiasm and encouragement was fantastic. The Yorkshire landscape is so varied, from coast to countryside and at times I was even running through industrial estates that made me feel like I was on a film set. The ten miles from Redcar to Middlesbrough turned out to be particularly enjoyable. The most challenging bits? The toughest part was actually one of my favourite parts, from Tan Hill Inn (the highest pub in the British Isles) to Whernside (the highest of the Yorkshire Three Peaks). It was the most challenging 32 miles ever! I was running around the edge of Yorkshire and this sometimes meant taking a route that had no actual paths. This particular stretch was hard core, over rough terrain, up and down, but I loved it.