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Climbing three quite big hills in aid of Max Appeal

A group of us bold, and questionably underprepared, twentysixers recently took to the Yorkshire Dales where we traversed almost 25 miles (could’ve added an extra mile to keep things on brand), climbed roughly 1,600 metres, and saw lots, and lots of sheep. Seriously, there were a lot of sheep. As nobody from Look North or Calendar got back to my requests, I’ve pretended that someone has asked me the below questions in their place:

Why would you want to walk 25 miles up three different hills?

Only a few of us thought this was going to be a walk in the park (Steve, I’m looking at you Mr ‘I might do this again next weekend, as I don’t have any plans’.) But here at twentysix, we love raising money for a good cause, and we wanted that to help out the wonderful people at the Max Appeal. The Max Appeal raises money for families that are affected by DiGeorge syndrome, VCFS and 22q11.2 deletion. It’s also not the first time this year we’ve all clubbed together to help them out, so check out this other post if you want to know more about the charity auction we held.

What are the three most important things for a Three Peak walk?


If you’re going to be walking around 39 kilometres, then it goes without saying that the most important thing you’ll need is a pair of good shoes. Don’t wear trainers, because I did, and whilst I didn’t get any blisters, the pain of everyone telling me I was stupid for wearing trainers wasn’t worth rocking up in some fresh creps. We had a variety of walking boots, changes of socks, and horrendous blisters along our way. Alex Drewnicki may have climbed the peaks, but her feet resembled something that would make Bear Grylls wince. Turns out the all-famous Timberlands are strictly just a fashion boot. It’s a shame they don’t make socks that are one huge blister plaster.


We worked out that you burn between 4-5,000 calories on the way from start to finish, so make sure you take lots of food. Peanut butter and jam sandwiches were my saviour. Although, award for the best snack is undisputedly given to Dave Harrison, for his wife’s flapjack balls (that uncannily resembled Aunt Bessie’s stuffing balls).


With such a long walk, and so many deceptive horizons that make you think you’re within touching distance of the top of the peaks, you MUST keep a positive mental attitude. Play games, sing songs, try and smile your way through the endless sheep and occasional cow that somehow look like they’re mocking you with their beady little eyes. It’s a long hike, and we had a lot of people who weren’t the most avid ramblers, myself included, so you need to cheer everyone else on and push people past their limits. Without a doubt, everyone involved managed to get their heads down, bond with each other, and make it to the end.

Was it all worth it?

Now that all the hurting, aching, and most of the blisters have subsided? Without a doubt! We raised, and exceeded, our target, we saw some wonderful sights, met some train spotters (nowhere near as interesting or fun as Danny Boyle’s classic), and we can all now say that we’ve completed the Yorkshire Three Peaks!

Side note: the first beer (possibly second and third, if you’re myself or Luke Wilson) you have after completion, will without a doubt be the best of your entire life.

Here’s to next time. Maybe. In a few years. Or not.



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