Walking The Walk
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This is an account of his trek across England in 2015 and his 1,200-mile, life-enhancing and unforgettable journey from Land’s End to John o’Groats in 2017.
In an extraordinary year in which our enjoyment of the great outdoors, and particularly the great British pub, has been seriously curtailed, take comfort and hopefully inspiration from one man’s appreciation of our rich and fascinating history, and the awesome scenery and delicious beers of mainland Britain.
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Walking The Walk - Steve Athawes
Sixteen
Foreword
For over 130 years, SSAFA – the Armed Forces charity, have existed to relieve need, suffering and distress amongst personnel from all branches of our Armed Forces, veterans, and their families. We are committed to ensuring that they get the best possible help and support when they need it. That support can be lifelong and take many forms, though our focus is on providing direct support to individuals in need of physical or emotional care.
Addiction, relationship breakdown, debt, homelessness, post-traumatic stress, depression and disability are all issues that can affect members of our Armed Forces community. Many of these problems only become apparent when an individual leaves the Forces to join ‘Civvy Street’, and SSAFA is committed to helping our brave men and women overcome these problems and rebuild their lives.
The needs of service personnel and veterans are becoming more diverse as the world and military landscape changes. What makes SSAFA unique is that, working in partnership with other military charities and specialist organisations, we work hard to make sure our services are flexible – constantly tailoring and adapting them to fit with the people we support. We do this via a volunteer network which reaches into every county in the UK and 11 countries around the world. Our work is financed, to a large degree, by generous donations from members of the public. This relies on the dedication and generosity of our supporters, without whom we would not be able to provide such comprehensive support to our Armed Forces community.
One of these supporters is Steve Athawes, who undertook a 1,200-mile, unsupported, solo walk from Land’s End to John o’ Groats to raise funds for SSAFA. I met Steve at a reception in London in 2018 and was very interested to hear about his journey and the challenges he faced. Steve has now written this book about his walk, which includes an account of his earlier hike across England. I hope you enjoy reading this inspirational and informative account of a journey which Steve himself described as life-enhancing.
Sir Andrew Gregory KBE, CB
Controller/Chief Executive (SSAFA)
Chapter One
It has been said that everybody has a book in them. Well, this is mine. It’s not War & Peace and I doubt it’ll win any literary prizes, but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed the adventures, challenges and experiences that inspired it.
I think it was December 1989 when I first had the crazy notion of walking from Land’s End to John o’ Groats. I’d watched a TV movie called First and Last about a shy man in his sixties, coincidentally also from my birth town of Carshalton, who, despite never having walked more than a dozen miles in his life, decides to fulfil a lifelong ambition and walk the length of Britain. The central character is Alan Holly, played by Joss Ackland, and the film centres around his discovery of himself, the relationship with his wife and family, who are clearly unsure of his reasons for undertaking this epic walk, and the colourful and not so colourful characters he meets on his travels. Like Alan Holly, I wanted to ‘do something’, to journey forth at least once on an adventure which might prove an inspiration to others. To use his words, I thought I’d go out and look at the land I’d spent my life in. Feel it under my feet. Get the measure of it.
Like him, I was never going to climb Mount Everest or sail single-handed round the world but watching this movie I thought, I could do that.
For the next 25 years or so, the flame that was lit that day became more of a pilot light as family and work commitments naturally took precedence. It was reignited in 2012 and that year was to prove pivotal for several reasons. I’d been working at the BBC since 2004 and in fairness I’d let myself go a bit. I was considerably overweight with high cholesterol and high blood pressure, and I was starting to experience problems with my joints. It was fair to say I was not in the best of health.
To put it into context, on 1st January 2012 I weighed in at just short of 21 stone and at that point I realised I needed to take myself seriously in hand. 2012 was the year of the London Olympics and as the BBC was the designated ‘Olympic broadcaster’, much talk was of the forthcoming games and the focus was very much on all things healthy. It was also the year of my 30th wedding anniversary and having booked a surprise Aegean cruise for that summer, I had no intention of embarrassing my poor wife by resembling a whale that had been heaved up onto the deck of the ship!
Combined with sensible eating, I needed an exercise regime but something low-impact so as not to put too much pressure on the old knee joints. Walking fit the bill and seemed the perfect solution. The health benefits of walking have long been appreciated: indeed the historian G. M. Trevelyan once observed that he had ‘two doctors; my left leg and my right’. I started off gently enough, a mile or two here and there, and through the wonders of internet route-finding sites I was soon able to assemble a library of circuitous routes from home, ranging from one to ten miles from which I put together a schedule of walks for each day of the week. For the next twelve months or so I dragged myself out of bed at around 4.15am and hit the streets for an hour, which equated to about four miles at a smart pace, before returning home to carry out my ablutions, take my wife her tea and biscuits and head off to work. I quite often repeated the day’s route in the evening as well, clocking up around 50 miles a week. At weekends, I opted for a slightly later start and followed a 5-mile route, taking in Nonsuch Park. This 250-acre open space is the nearest worthwhile expanse of green to our house and for over thirty years has been a frequent haunt when I feel the need for the restorative power of nature. Town living has its merits, but it would be unbearable without those little moments.
By the summer of 2012 I’d managed to shed over four stone through a combination of walking and a much-improved diet. I felt healthier than I had done for years and the interesting thing was that the more I walked, the more I wanted to walk. This, I’m reliably informed, is down to endorphins, our own private narcotic which occurs naturally in the body triggering the ‘rush’ that exercise sometimes prompts.
Having got myself back into some kind of shape, I decided I was ready to push myself a bit, so, after spotting an advertisement in a local newspaper, I signed up to take part in the London 2 Brighton Challenge in May 2013. This 62-mile, 24-hour endurance trek set off from the Thames at Richmond and wound its way through some fabulous countryside, crossing both the North and South Downs, to the finish line at Brighton Racecourse. I was joined by my brother and nephew who, unfortunately, was forced to drop out at around the 17-mile mark through injury. Between us, we managed to raise almost £2,000 for our chosen charity, The Royal Marines Charitable Trust Fund.
Despite the aching limbs in the immediate aftermath of the walk, it proved to be a most elevating experience and I felt compelled to take on the Thames Path Challenge in September that same year, another 62-mile stroll between Putney Bridge and Henley-on-Thames. During the course of that walk I learned of the Isle of Wight Challenge, scheduled to take place over August bank holiday weekend 2014, and immediately signed up for that one as well. Talk about glutton for punishment!
I’ve always loved the Isle of Wight. As a boy we spent our family summer holidays at Nodes Point Holiday Camp near Bembridge and I was really looking forward to this 66-mile circular trek around the coastal path of the island. Being a nostalgic old so and so, I decided to kill two birds with one stone and booked a family holiday for the week immediately following the walk – once more at Nodes Point, still going strong after all these years, although with more emphasis on caravans and camping now rather than the chalets of old. My brother would be joining me on this walk once again, along with my son, himself a serving member of the British Army. We would again be raising money for forces charities, this time SSAFA - the Armed Forces charity and BLESMA, which provides support to limbless veterans.
I feel sure that the aforementioned TV movie First and Last was instrumental in inspiring me and many other potential ‘end-to-enders’ to undertake the ultimate UK long-distance walk. To my knowledge this film has never been commercially available but I’d discovered it was a BBC production and through a colleague at work I was put in touch with an extremely helpful lady in BBC Archives who kindly produced a copy for me from the master tape. So it was that I sat down one evening to watch the DVD of a film I hadn’t seen for over 25 years but had thought about so often.
Seeing this movie again, coupled with the recent successful completion of the two challenge walks, reignited the Land’s End to John o’ Groats spark and my objective was defined and indeed broadened; specifically to walk the length and breadth of Great Britain in lone, unsupported, single trips, to experience the very best that the British countryside has to offer.
The length part of the objective would be achieved by completion of the LEJOG (as the Land’s End to John o’ Groats walk is commonly known) – a 1,200-mile primarily off-road trek between the two furthest points on the UK mainland. The breadth element, and the first to be tackled, would be Alfred Wainwright’s much-loved Coast to Coast walk.
Born on 17th January 1907, Alfred Wainwright was a celebrated fell walker, guidebook author and illustrator. He is probably best known for his seven-volume Pictorial Guides to the Lakeland Fells, published between 1955 and 1966, which he described as his ‘love letters’ to the Lakeland Fells. When he was looking for a retirement project in 1971, he devised A Coast to Coast Walk which was published two years later and has been a firm favourite with long-distance walkers ever since. This 192-mile expedition traverses the whole of Northern England, taking in no less than three contrasting and beautiful National Parks. Despite not having National Trail status, the walk was named as the second-best walk in the world in a 2004 survey of experts, behind only Milford Track in New Zealand. It is traditionally walked from west to east between St Bees in Cumbria, on the Irish Sea coast, and Robin Hood’s Bay, in North Yorkshire, on the North Sea coast, and remarkably passes through only two major towns. The date for the start of this adventure was set for 6th June 2015 and planning commenced.
Meanwhile, our training regime for the Isle of Wight Challenge had started in earnest in May 2014. I had the bright idea that each team member would ‘host’ a day walk of around 15 miles in the three months leading up to the main event at the end of August. My walk was a challenging romp around the South Downs between Seaford and Eastbourne. My brother’s entry was an enjoyable 18-mile ramble around Warlingham and Oxted. The pièce de résistance was my son Mike’s contribution. He had recently started a two-year attachment to the 22nd Special Air Service regiment and had moved into a nice little house on the outskirts of Hereford.
Mike’s walk was a 15-mile trek over the stunning Brecon Beacons – my first real experience of hillwalking – on a section known as the ‘Fan Dance’, which culminates in a demanding 2,907-foot ascent of Pen y Fan. This section is part of the SAS selection course. We took the best part of seven hours to complete the walk. The potential recruits are tasked to do it in four hours carrying a weighty pack. In fairness, though, they probably wouldn’t have been stopping for lunch or to admire the magnificent scenery.
I must have picked up an injury on the walk because a couple of days later, I started experiencing excruciating pain in my lower back and left thigh. With the IOW Challenge only a couple of weeks away I was seriously concerned but fortunately the anti-inflammatory painkillers prescribed by the doctor had the desired effect and with 10 days to go I seemed to be well on the mend.
Saturday 23rd August dawned on a beautiful sunny day. Conditions were perfect at 5.30am as I scrambled out of bed in the Newport Travelodge on the Isle of Wight, eager for the off. We had arrived on the island the afternoon before and had registered for the event that evening to save a bit of time on Saturday morning. All that remained was to get up to Northwood House in West Cowes, grab a bit of breakfast in the event catering tent, and prepare for the start.
The team, comprising my brother Nick, son Mike and myself, bade farewell to the assembled family and set off shortly after 8.00am on what was to prove a particularly challenging and, at times, painful 66-mile walk. Painful, because at around the 10-mile mark I stepped over a stile, stumbled on an exposed root, and KO’d myself on a tree trunk. Fortunately, we were only a short distance from a rest stop where the St John Ambulance guys patched me up and sent us on our way. For the next 50-odd miles, I nursed a sore head, sporting an enormous comedic lump like something from a Tom & Jerry cartoon.
Mike was unfortunately forced to retire at the 48-mile point having sustained a leg injury. I plodded on, joining my brother at the finishing line around 6.30pm on the Sunday evening – some 34 hours after setting off. Having gratefully received our medals, quaffed our complimentary glass of bubbly, and posed for the celebratory photographs (somewhat spoiled by my bruised and battered head), I was driven back to our caravan at Nodes Point and slept soundly until the next morning. The Isle of Wight Challenge had certainly been the toughest walk I’d undertaken to that point, but it had been a great hike and as a team we raised the best part of £4,000 for our chosen charities.
Isle of Wight Challenge 2014 with son Mike (centre) and brother Nick (right)
So-called comfort eating is a terrible thing. In the early summer of 2014, I found myself at risk of redundancy from my job at the BBC. At the ripe old age of 57 and without any professional qualifications to speak of, this was a worrying situation to be in. It’s fair to say that I fell off the wagon a bit on the food front, and with the inevitable excesses over the Christmas period that year, my weight had gone back up to over 18 stone. Thus it was, in January 2015, with my ‘Coast to Coast’ adventure only five months away, that I resolved to get back into shape. Using lifts and escalators became a thing of the past in favour of the stairs, and I joined my wife Lynn and daughter Sophie on that most ubiquitous of post-Christmas pursuits – the healthy-eating campaign.
In February I was offered an alternative role with the FM company I was working for and transferred across from the BBC account to a University College London Hospitals site. In addition to solving my employment worries, it afforded me the opportunity to step up my exercise regime – the walk back and forth between Waterloo station and WC1 each day being around 6 miles.
By March I’d managed to knock out about a stone in weight, but I was still a long way off what I considered to be my ‘fighting weight’ of around 16 stone. There were still a couple of months to go until my cross-country trek but with Easter looming and given my total lack of willpower, particularly when it came to chocolate eggs and hot cross buns, I seriously doubted whether I’d achieve my target weight in time.
Of far greater concern was my hip. The previous summer, after a pleasurable but challenging day in the Brecon Beacons, I’d suffered a fair bit of pain in my left hip. It had dragged on for several weeks and only just eased up ahead of the Isle of Wight Challenge in late summer. Even then, I’d needed to pop a few painkillers en route, crossing the finishing line in an ibuprofen-induced daze. Following a company paintballing day one Saturday towards the end of March, the problem seemed to have returned and I’d spent the rest of the weekend with my leg up. If I couldn’t do a day’s paintballing without picking up a hip problem, how the hell did I expect to be able to walk across the whole of England!?
I am not, by nature, generally given to impromptu or spontaneous action, firmly subscribing to the old adage that proper preparation prevents piss poor performance – henceforth referred to as the 6 ‘Ps’ principle – and with ten weeks to go, final preparations for my cross-country hike began in earnest. I’d booked my train journeys and the arrival of the tickets was a pleasant reminder that the trip was now only a few short weeks away. The outward journey to St Bees was on Saturday 6th June, returning from Scarborough, if all went to plan, two weeks later on 20th June, the day before Father’s Day.
Wainwright’s Coast to Coast walk is probably the best-loved and most popular long-distance trail in Britain and, given the remoteness of some areas on the route and the limited facilities in others, booking accommodation well in advance is essential, particularly during the peak walking season of May to September. I had booked my B&Bs across the whole route almost a year before, having discovered, during the initial planning stages, that some places were fully booked for the beginning of June this year even then.
To some extent, the need to reach a particular location each day rather flies in the face of a key objective of the walk, which Alfred Wainwright was adamant should be done in comfort and for pleasure or not at all
. When you have pre-booked accommodation, there is a tendency to focus on the destination rather than enjoying the ‘here and now’. As part of my preparation I had read numerous books and articles, taking on-board a lot of very sound advice, but one piece which stuck in my mind was this – Savour every step: it will be over before you know it
. What a metaphor for life. How often we concentrate on where we want to be instead of taking the time to enjoy life’s journey. How often we fail to realise that our journey is far more important than our destination which will, after all, be the same for every one of us. To quote journalist and travel writer Stephen Graham, The adventure is not the getting there, it’s the ‘on the way’. It is not the expected, it is the surprise.
I was determined to savour every step and allow myself time to enjoy the hike, the places, and whilst not being a particularly gregarious person, the people I’d encounter along the way.
For someone who enjoys the countryside and particularly water as much as me, it’s quite surprising that I’d never been to the Lake District. Lynn and I had often talked about going but somehow never got around to it. I decided that my first trip to the Lakes should be with Lynn, so I booked us a weekend break in Keswick for shortly after Easter. Situated between the huge bulk of Skiddaw and the gentle beauty of Derwentwater, the bustling little town of Keswick has become the major centre for tourism in the northern Lake District and it’s a great base from which to explore.
My wife is not a walker. But, despite her literally shedding tears of anxiety and with utterances such as Why the fuck would anyone do this for fun?!
turning the air blue, I managed to coax her up and, more importantly, down Cat Bells. Arguably the most popular mountain in the Lake District, Cat Bells was described by Alfred Wainwright as a family fell where grandmothers and infants can climb the heights together
. Despite its modest elevation of 1,480 feet, it offers wonderful views over the lake and surrounding fells. Flushed with that success, the next day we took a stroll up Latrigg, one of the lowest fells but popular due to its convenient location overlooking Keswick and the beautiful views down the valley of Borrowdale from the summit. I was immensely proud of Lynn who made the ascent purely to please me – true love indeed!
Unusually fine weather and excellent and friendly service from our hosts Clare and David at the Thornleigh Guest House combined to make this an enjoyable trip and a marvellous introduction to the Lake District. If I was looking forward to my walk before, I was now positively champing at the bit.
The trip highlighted a possible deficiency in a vital item of my equipment. When it comes to rucksacks, size is most definitely important, and I seriously doubted whether my current backpack would be up to the challenge of a two-week, unsupported hike. So, taking the advice of the excellent Country Walking magazine, I invested in a new Osprey Stratos 50, attracted by the ‘AirSpeed’ trampoline suspended mesh back system and the ‘Stow-on-the Go’ trekking pole attachment – yes, geeky, I know. Whilst we’re on the subject, I must say I find it hugely diverting poking around in outdoor shops. For me, it’s the equivalent of my wife shopping for floral frocks or shoes. I confess that I can spend hours looking at rucksacks, walking socks, compasses and maps, then go into another shop and look at it all again!
With three weeks to go and satisfied that I now had all the clothing, equipment, maps and guides I would need for the trip, I thought it would be a good idea to do a trial pack. Why then I left it to the night before was beyond me, but sure enough there I was at 10.00pm on the eve of my trip, forcing the last few items into every available nook and cranny in my pack. With a couple of litres of water, the overall weight of my backpack was close to 45 pounds, a not inconsiderable burden to be lugging across England and one which would have me questioning the wisdom of an unsupported trek on more than one occasion over the coming fortnight.
Chapter Two
I woke at 4.30am on Saturday 6th June to a perfect summer morning, the early sun giving promise of a fine day ahead. For the past few months I’d been like a mastiff straining at the