Jugger Howes to
Beacon Howes
I
didn’t stop long. The Other Voices didn’t stop at
all! (no I'm not schizophrenic) I
had a quick drink of water, swilled my face and took my rucksack
off. I exchanged a few words with the Poynton driver,
confirmed
the next meeting place with Chris, then crossed the A road to the final
moor, Stony Marl Moor. The mast loomed ahead and the track
was
wide and obvious, with others joining from the side. I was,
again
gaining on the Other Voices, but I didn’t want to gatecrash their
party, so I hung back a bit. Eventually, after a very long
ten
minutes, I made the final climb up the slope to the Lyke Wake
Stone. The walk was over. I exchanged
congratulations with
the Other Voices; then we went our separate ways. It was
17:10. I had taken just less than 15 hours.
My next destination was a very comfortable camping chair where I sat for a while, cooling down and rehydrating. It would have been nice to get an immediate sense of accomplishment, but it wasn’t there – that would come later. All I knew was that I ached and now my eyes were distractingly sore.
After ten minutes rest I changed out of my walking clothes to a cleaner, fresher set and we all agreed that the next stop would be the pub. We headed to The Flask Inn, which was starting to get busy with early evening meals. I ate my meal and celebrated with a pint of Theakstons, however the fact was that I was just plain tired. The drive back home took us through Scarborough to the A64. I sat in the back. On the York by-pass a very rare event happened – I fell asleep in a car, a very peaceful sleep.
My next destination was a very comfortable camping chair where I sat for a while, cooling down and rehydrating. It would have been nice to get an immediate sense of accomplishment, but it wasn’t there – that would come later. All I knew was that I ached and now my eyes were distractingly sore.
After ten minutes rest I changed out of my walking clothes to a cleaner, fresher set and we all agreed that the next stop would be the pub. We headed to The Flask Inn, which was starting to get busy with early evening meals. I ate my meal and celebrated with a pint of Theakstons, however the fact was that I was just plain tired. The drive back home took us through Scarborough to the A64. I sat in the back. On the York by-pass a very rare event happened – I fell asleep in a car, a very peaceful sleep.