Steve Lumb (M65-Repeat) with Chris Lumb (M65) - 28 July 2024

Big birthday coming up in September, could I complete my 4th crossing before then. Maybe not leave it to the last 2 weeks before, like last time. Brother Steve keen to do a first crossing, how about doing it together? 

We’ve run KIMMs, OMMs and LAMMs together (Steve has a ‘certifiable' 30 KIMM/OMMs under his belt). We had the opportunity to run together in the Scottish Islands Peaks Race in May - which we’d last done together in 2000. Great running, sailing and wildlife spotting - and the unsurprising discovery that 24 years older translated into 24 years (or 50%) slower. So we’d better get some more longer runs out together - cue a very enjoyable Abraham’s Tea Round completed in an overall time of 10:30. 

 An attempt on the JNC seemed even more appropriate following the sad but very moving celebration of Joss at Wasdale Head. So many ‘old’ faces, several of whom had supported my previous crossings, coming together and sharing happy memories. Not least, on a previous crossing, Leigh Warburton, who had materialised unexpectedly out of the dark in Pooley Bridge at 4am, having driven up from Preston that morning, not just to meet and greet but to support me on Leg 1. Friends and stars all! 

So what schedule to set ourselves for our crossing attempt. We are 69 and 67 so have the luxury, if that’s the right word, of 24 hours (although on the 3hrs extra each age group I’d expected it to be 21hrs). Our recently discovered ’add 50% rule’, applied to the 12hr time limit for the 50-55 age group, gave us 18hrs. So we borrowed the 18hr schedule from the JNC website. 

We agreed that we’d attempt it unsupported on the fells, with crossing support once again provided kindly, capably (and tolerantly) by my wife, Viv. Colin Dulson, regular running companion, who ran with and supported Joss on his inaugural crossing, said he’d love to join us on Legs 1&2 - welcome on board, Colin. 

Saturday 26 July - or not, when the weather forecast suggested that we’d be spending the first 12 hours (and the dark) in heavy rain. An advantage of being a small team was that it was easy to shift it to the Sunday and a very promising forecast. A midnight start given that we wanted to finish in daylight (in time for the customary fish and chips, curry sauce and mushy peas….) and Steve rightly said that we wouldn’t be able to sleep on Saturday night anyway. 

Arriving at Pooley Bridge we were welcomed by disco music blaring out from the hotel opposite. Photos taken, the three of us headed off. Park Foot negotiated via an inadvertent visit to one of the dog walking areas, Arthur’s Pike a nice warm up. Loadpot Hill, a different route every time I’ve climbed it; this time, in the dark, probably the worst route. Steady away up to High Raise, under clear skies and a half moon, and onto more frequently run and familiar territory. Arrived at Kirkstone, car park packed with camper vans, ours snuggled into into a corner. Unfortunately, Colin wasn’t feeling very well and didn’t want to slow us down (he wouldn’t have done) so he took a lift through to Dunmail. 

Refuelled and rehydrated, Steve and I headed off up Red Screes (ignoring Colin’s challenge to break my 18 minute record to the top). Head torches coming down, chat with 4 very lightly clad lads who’d had an evening in Windermere and decided to head up to Red Screes for a very early morning walk. They’d enjoyed it so much that they were planning to invest in some walking gear, - converts! Up to the top, no new records, and an enjoyable run through to Dunmail. Welcomed at Dunmail by Viv and Colin - and unexpectedly and very kindly, by JNC meet and greeter Julie Gardner and her terrier, Lottie (both fellow Kendal Conservation Volunteers). Stocked up with extra rations and Katadyns to get drinking water on route, with no support at Styhead. 

Steady away up Steel Fell, more of a Bob Graham support route heading past Calf Crag than the route I should have taken, too deep in conversation with Steve. Then a low cloud covered and not the quickest route up High Raise (my previous schedules have always seemed tight or unachievable on this leg). Steady progress through to Great End and an unusually good line off it down to Styhead. I’d translated No Support into No Rest on our schedule - more sensibly, we took a 7 minute rest to refuel, rehydrate and sort ourselves out. Steve and I very well matched on running speed (slow or walking) and climbing (one foot in front of the other, even slower. We’d already realised and agreed that we were likely to be over our schedule and that we would just set a pace that we both thought we could sustain. 

Leg 4 was both tough and enjoyable. Tough climbs and descents on tired legs, resorting to Steve’s proffered jelly babies and my dry roast peanuts, to keep us fuelled. Plenty of running water to refill our bottles. Stunning views over the fells and down into the valleys to remind us what fell running is all about. A light breeze to cool us down on the tops, some clouds to keep the strong sun off us and, not least, Steve’s excellent company. Great Gable and Kirk Fell behind us, we knew Pillar would be the long haul that it was. Seatallan’s ascent always a sting in the tail, Middlefell and we’re nearly there. Steve leading the descent to Greendale - confusing Viv by heading direct to the bridge rather than via the camper van - in the end a good decision because we finished in 18:30, a nice round number, tired but delighted. Nothing that some Coca Cola, crisps and fish and chips at the Bridge couldn’t start to cure. 

A very big thanks to Viv, Colin, Julie and Ian Charters for all their fabulous support and encouragement. And a huge thanks to Steve for sharing his challenge with me, for the fun we had preparing for it and for such a memorable (for all the right reasons) night and day out on the fells. Brilliant! 

Chris & Steve Lumb

Jean Brown (W55-Repeat) - 13 July 2024

Barry Wilkinson (M55) - 28 June 2024

 Barry Wilkinson

Borrowdale Fellrunners

M55

28^th June 2024

Pooley Bridge

Heading out from Pooley Bridge with Craig Smith and Steve Angus the weather was not ideal, and although a headwind was predicted all day, it was forecast to improve. Not bad considering the biblical downpour of the previous night, but a little disappointing considering the attempt was finalised a week out when the forecast was ideal.

Thornthwaite Beacon

Anyway, we made decent progress and Craig’s Leg 1 experience saw us arrive at Kirkstone bang on schedule to link up with James Harris for Leg 2, and Leigh Warburton on Road support.

We set off up Red Screes immediately, and with only a little clag at the summit, and the constant headwind, still continued to make good progress, hitting each summit on the 12 hour schedule, whilst still having the energy for a nice chat.

A comfortable descent off Seat Sandal bought us to Dunmail a little ahead of schedule, and, due to a slight mix-up picking up Scoffer, no road support in sight. No panic. I knew Leigh wouldn’t be too long, and the JNLC envoy was there to keep us company and provide support.

As expected, within 5 minutes Leigh arrived, and after a quick pot of rice pudding and a banana we were powering up Steel Fell, Scoff leading the way. There is no-one I would rather have as support on leg 3, and we moved along to High Raise and Rossett Pike smoothly.

It was now that conditions started to deteriorate with intermittent sharp showers and a stronger headwind. This was at its worst on Bowfell, making the already treacherous rocks even more so. And sure enough on the descent my foot went on one of the frictionless surface and before I knew it I was down, banging my head heavily. Rising stunned but clear headed, with no time for a head injury assessment, and using a buff as a makeshift bandage, we were back underway with minimal delay. It was then onto Esk Pike and Great End, still climbing strongly, before the direct descent to Styhead, still very much on a sub 12 hour schedule.

Dunmail Raise

Dave Lund and Dava Williams were here to shepherd me home on leg 4, and we set off into the Great Gable clag. It is here that it started to get difficult mentally, fooling myself that I was slipping below my schedule, but inspiration and positivity was taken by thinking of Joss, and how he would relish these conditions. This was all I needed to keep me going and after the difficult descent to Beckhead Tarn the terrain and conditions became more sympathetic. The last real challenge was the descent from Haycock which was beautifully navigated by Dave and Dava and saw us enter the Pots of Ashness and onto Seatallan, before the final push to Middle Fell.

Leigh coming to meet us at the Col was a pleasant surprise, as was the lack of cloud on Middle Fell, and again thinking of Joss on the climb, and a realisation that the schedule was there, gave the opportunity to have a clear sight of Wsdale and a stress free descent to the finish, and reflection on how much the challenge meant to me, and how much I was indebted to my whole support team. Coming into Greendale was emotional, and the finish time of 11:28 was extremely satisfying.

Greendale Bridge

It was on the homeward drive out of the valley that we learnt the sad news that Joss had passed away, but that because of Leigh’s updates he was being made aware of our progress. Finding out at his funeral that his time of passing was the time of my completion, it seems that he was holding on until he knew I was home, and if so, and considering the conditions, I feel that it was a very fitting crossing for the occasion, and I feel extremely proud to have had him rooting for me at the end. RIP Joss, you will be sorely missed.

With thanks:

Leg 1: Craig Smith & Steve Angus

Leg 2: James Harris

Leg 3: Scoffer

Leg 4: Dave Lund & Dava Williams

Road: Leigh Warburton

Ros Blackmore (W55) - 22 June 2024

 As a guest at the presentation meal in October 2023, I was lucky enough to sit on the ‘power table’ with Natalie Hawkrigg, Josie Greenhaugh and Angela Wilson. Swapping stories of challenges and achievements, I was inspired to finally get on with attempting my own F55 crossing. So just two days before my 57^th birthday, I set off from Pooley Bridge at 5am, with a surprise visit from Joe Faulkner, to put me in a good mood.

Pooley Bridge

Two became one in terms of my Leg 1 Support due to illness, but who could be more competent at this than Matt Neale? I was always concerned about Leg 1, it’s a little too runnable for me and I was worried that I would go off too fast and ruin my chances later in the day. My big challenge is always about taking in food and keeping it down and the more I exert myself early on, the harder this is. Matt, however, paced it beautifully, as well as carrying virtually all my gear (except snacks and a water bottle), recorded timings, took a photo, messaged the team and guided me across the required summits perfectly. With just a little clag, that quickly cleared, running conditions were perfect and we arrived, smiling, at Kirskstone 6 minutes up on my 15hr 40 schedule.

Stoney Cove Pike

Jess Palmer was providing my road and Styhead support, ably assisted by Chris Hare, and did an excellent job in providing all of the food that I had carefully specified, knowing full well that this was probably going to be a completely thankless task. His first job was to provide me with a soft boiled egg in a soft white bap! Which luckily totally hit the spot, as it was all downhill from here in terms of food intake. I decided to use a couple of my saved minutes here for my digestion’s sake but 6 minutes later set of with my awesome Leg 2 Support, of Mike Keavney, Tracey Hunter, Stu Clarkson and Claire Stewart, all from Swaledale Runners, my lovely club in the Yorkshire Dales. This was the first time three of them had undertaken running support on the JNLC, which is great from the club’s perspective as it increases opportunities for others undertaking Lakeland challenges. As we climbed Red Screes I was feeling good but was a bit nervous that the sun was now fully up and the day was heating up. I needn’t have worried though, there was a cool breeze on top and the temperature was perfect. Mike ably led us across the mountains and the group company was great, with lots of chatting and laughing. Stu even played me ‘Running Up That Hill’ by my favourite artist Kate Bush, to further inspire me! We arrived at Dunmail Raise in good spirits, but I could already feel that my appetite was waning. I forced myself to eat a quarter of a sandwich, but found the fresh orange segments the most appetising.

Dunmail Raise

The hard pull up Steel Fell at the start of Leg 3 passed quickly enough, with my new Support crew of Ian Oldham and Jon Beyer. Ian did an excellent job of navigating the leg, but poor Jon had the equally difficult task of looking after me as inevitably I started to feel sick. The trudge up High Raise was probably my lowest point of the entire crossing. Feeling the need to change something in order to increase my chance of success, I decided to use my strategy of ‘kill or cure’ by taking on a gel. It would either make me vomit, or get some calories in. I am sure the manufacturers have no idea that their products work like this, but it produced excellent results,(much more pleasant than sticking my fingers down my throat) and I was able to throw up as I ran downhill (a skill I am proud to have mastered) . I instantly felt better and was then able to laugh at Jon’s poor jokes and listen to him singing as we wended our way across the mountains to the more challenging ascent of Bowfell. Ian chose an excellent line up this and we soon found ourselves meeting up with Phil Hodgson, the Great End descent specialist who had come up to help. This was my favourite descent, scampering down Phil’s great lines, feeling confident and arriving at Styhead at 15.37 , 10 minutes up. 

Great End Descent

There was quite a crowd waiting for me. Along with my Leg 4 Support of Neil Bowmer, Tim Grimwood and Caroline Graham, and the food crew of Jess and Chris, all of the Leg 2 crew had come up to greet me and share another mountain with me. I think I managed 1/8^th of a sandwich and a cherry tomato and some tea and coke, but was feeling pretty ropey as I ground my way up Great Gable. Worryingly I lost 2 minutes to the summit, but an interesting choice of descent which ended in scree meant I had to concentrate hard and took my mind of my nausea. However, I knew I couldn’t tackle Kirk Fell strongly feeling like I did, so once again I resorted to a gel, which once again instantly made me vomit. Feeling a bit better, I regained my lost two minutes on the ascent of Kirk Fell and then had an enjoyable section over Pillar and Scoat Fell, where I was 17 minutes up on schedule. I most enjoyed listening to my crew chatting to each other and not needing to talk. At the out and back to Steeple, Tim took a break, since he had already run the Wasdale Fell race route out to Styhead before joining my crew on Leg 4, so he was able to take the obligatory summit photo. My lead haemorrhaged away on the next mountain, Haycock as I was again feeling very sick and this time I needed to stop to deal with this. But I also knew that if I just kept moving, I could complete in my 16 hours, so I just kept plodding on. Neil led the perfect grassy line on the Haycock descent, and the sight of Mandy Goth and Ian waiting half way up Seatallan really lifted my spirits. 

Seatallan

I closely followed Mandy’s ankles up Seatallan, then she led us on a great line off it and up to Middle Fell. Sadly I was once again feeling sick, which was frustrating because my legs were feeling pretty good. My planned glorious run-in to Greendale Bridge therefore became a walk, I touched the bridge, turned off my watch, acknowledged my lovely friends then went round the corner for a final spew! I completed my Joss Naylor Lakeland Challenge in 15.39, (one minute ahead of schedule!) surrounded by my friends after a fabulous day in the hills, just as Joss suggested. Thank you to my wonderful support team, all of whom were chosen for both their mountain skills and being people I wanted to spend time with.

Greendale Bridge

Of course, this occurred 6 days before sadly Joss Naylor passed away, leaving family, friends and the fell running community bereft. I only met him a few times, later in his life but he seemed to be so supportive to runners of all abilities. It has been an honour to be one of the last people to complete the challenge in his lifetime and I hope it is a challenge that will inspire many others in the future.

£100 donated to my usual charity, the Meningitis Research Foundation, in memory of my nephew Ethan Jon

Ian Smallwood (M60-Repeat), Harry Longman (M60), Vinny Booth (M60) - 22 June 2024

Jann Smith (W55) - 31 May 2024

 

I first attempted the JNLC on 18/07/2019 when I was 50. It was bad weather and I felt bad reaching Greendale 14 minutes over the time of 14 hours as the lovely Joss was waiting for me.

Sty Head

I re-attampted on my 55th birthday setting off at 4.05am. Things got off to a bad start with a very upset stomach, some pretty spicy weather and a fall, however at Dunmail Raise 2 immodiums were shoved down my throat and I was told to man up!  After that the weather got much better , I force fed myself some food and drink and started to really enjoy it. I got stronger and was really pleased to make up 1.5 hours, finishing in 14hr 25 mins just 10 minutes slower than 5 years ago.

Greendale Bridge

It was a low key affair with just one runner supporting ( my partner Paul Carman ) and just one road support at Dunmail and Styhead from John and Julie Carman who also provided dog-sitting ....Thank you!!

Selfie

Carol Morgan (W50) - 16 March 2024

On a scale of achievements, I will never win an award for sleeping. After a restless night, we had an early morning start from Pooley Bridge and were rewarded with a beautiful sunrise as we climbed up Arthur’s Pike. Never one to make things too easy on myself, I wanted to try to do the challenge in under 12 hours (a late personal celebration of International Women’s Day on the day before Paddy’s day). The first leg is essentially a hard fell race. An introvert by nature, the quiet of the leg was comfortable for me, if probably seemingly uncharacteristic for the friends who were with me: I was working hard to make the splits. The beautiful start was replaced by clag around Kidsy Pike, next time I could see in the distance was around Dunmail Raise. Having trained all Winter in the wind, rain and clag, I was comfortable to trot along in it while the navigation wasn’t today, mine to worry about. We hit the little known tops that were seemingly randomly added and dropped down a grassy line to Kirkstone. So claggy it was that the support team were alerted by the supporter who had dropped off there, while the new team struggled up Red Screes complaining about their lack of time to finish their tea (I had little sympathy, I don’t like tea :)). The navigation challenges soon focused their brains and tea was forgotten about as banter about missed Hodgson’s relays lines was passed around. I felt a bit fatigued after the fast start and was happy to be cocooned in the clag and listen and enjoy the hills and banter. While admiring the skill of those who can navigate much much better than me.

Dunmail Raise arrived, along with some hugs, curry noodles and a fast turn around before the small matter of Steel Fell was addressed. Up, up and away over the bogs to High Raise. A brand new support team and more chat, the excitement of a new dad was palpable by all: a line discussion here and there: the beautiful Langdales fells and surrounding fells tantalising visible here and there through the clag. The achievement of finding a decent line off Great End and spotting the orange coat of the most enthusiastically dressed supporter at the stretcher box. Leg three over in flash! Another new team and the short climb up Gable, followed by the scree drop downwards: the rising winds which was in an unhelpful and unforecast direction (Southerly, rather than South-Easterly). The long climb up Pilar with a brief stop for waterproof trousers, a blowly Steeple and a husband hug all over in a flash. Memories of sunshine and Wasdale Fell Race reccies and the paradox of the beautiful descent being also longest climb on tired legs up Seatallan.

A hop, a skip and a jump down Middle Fell towards the lovely old bridge with watery eyes about another beautiful day out, a challenge achieved, but mostly about having brilliant friends to make it all happen.

Thank you all. Carol x

Photo credits: Kim Collison, Simon Franklin, Simon Mills, Jess Richardson, Debs White

The Crossing

The Joss Naylor Lakeland Challenge or The Crossing, as Joss always referred to it, is a significant part of his legacy and will continue, much as before. We all appreciate it won't be quite the same without Joss waiting at Greendale Bridge but nevertheless, everyone involved hopes Contenders will still have a great day out on the fells, just as Joss intended.

I am continuing as the recorder to help ensure the Joss Naylor Lakeland Challenge continues for many years to come.

Joss Naylor Funeral arrangements

 It was Joss' wish that his funeral should be a colourful celebration of his life and attending fell runners should dress in their club colours. Also that those who are able should run over any of the passes into Wasdale Head. More details to follow.

St Olaf's at Wasdale Head is the smallest parish church in England and admission will be by invitation only. There will be a public address system to relay the service to those outside. Nearby parking is extremely limited so if you are not running to St Olaf's please car share, park considerately or use public transport.

The Naylor family invite all fellrunners to join them at Wasdale Head on Friday 19th July and to form a colourful guard of honour as Joss takes his short journey to his final resting place.

Donations, if desired, to the Stroke Ward, West Cumberland Hospital. To donate, please see:https://www.arhfuneraldirectors.com/donations/ All enquiries, please contact us on 01946 810241 or at enquiries@arhfuneraldirectors.com

Joss Naylor obituary | Sport | The Guardian

https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2024/jul/02/joss-naylor-obituary

Joss Naylor running in Wasdale, Cumbria, in 2004. He was born in the hamlet of Wasdale Head, where he lived for most of his life.

Towering figure in the world of fell-running admired for his charisma, tenacity and the domination of his sport

Joss Naylor was a colossus in the world of fell-running who in the final third of the 20th century not only dominated his sport but, through sheer charisma, put it on the map.

His greatest feats of endurance, in the 1970s and 80s, were accomplished far from the public gaze in the clouded hills of Cumbria. But the unprecedented extremity of his achievements, and the hardiness that made them possible, captured the imagination of mountain lovers everywhere.

A Lakeland sheep-farmer who lived for most of his life in the hamlet of Wasdale Head, Naylor, who has died aged 88, ran his first fell event in September 1960, in the Lake District Mountain Trail – despite medical advice to avoid strenuous activity following injury in his teens.

Over the next few years, he began to race regularly, honing his technique and focusing his ambitions. He was not the fastest, and, after taking over the tenancy of his father’s farm in 1962, he had little time for systematic training. But he felt comfortable moving at speed over even the roughest terrain – he said that his experience with dry-stone walls helped him “read” the rocks – and his resilience seemed superhuman.

By the late 60s, he had begun a purple patch that would last almost 20 years: he won the Mountain Trial 10 times and the Ennerdale Horseshoe nine times in a row (1968-76), along with repeated victories in such gruelling events as the Wasdale, the Duddon Valley, the Welsh 1,000m Peaks, the Manx Mountain Marathon and the Karrimor Mountain Marathon (now the Original Mountain Marathon).

What he really excelled at, however, were individual ultra-distance challenges. In 1971, he became only the sixth person to complete the Bob Graham Round, a notorious 66-mile circuit of 42 Lake District peaks, to be completed in 24 hours, which had once been considered as unattainable as the four-minute mile. Then he set out to extend that circuit.

In 1972 he completed 63 peaks within the 24-hour time limit, in the midst of an atrocious storm. Chris Brasher, who paced him for part of the route, described this as “a memory equal to any of the greatest Olympic races that I have ever seen”. Three years later, Naylor upped his total to 72 peaks: the equivalent of going up and down Everest, Ben Nevis, Snowdon and Kinder Scout in a single day, all in a blistering heatwave.

No challenge was too extreme. He ran the 268-mile Pennine Way in just over three days (1974), the 190 miles of the Coast-to-Coast path from St Bees to Robin Hood’s Bay in 41 hours (1976), Hadrian’s Wall in just under 11 hours (1980), and a route linking all 26 of the Lake District’s “lakes, meres and waters” in 19 hours 15 minutes (1983). When he took off his shoes at the end of the Coast-to-Coast, the skin from the bottom of his feet came off, along with all his toenails.

Naylor was born in Wasdale Head, the youngest child of Joe, a shepherd who had moved there in 1927, and his wife, Ella (nee Wilson). It was not a comfortable upbringing: the valley did not even have electricity until 1977. But Joss, who helped out with farm work from the age of seven, grew used to long, hard, outdoor days, and developed a tolerance for physical discomfort which – combined with his love of nature – would fuel his subsequent achievements.

At 15, he left school (in nearby Gosforth) to work on the farm full time. But his teens were marred by the after-effects of two seemingly minor accidents that left him with chronic back pain. By his early 20s, the medical profession had all but given up on him. His right knee had lost all its cartilage; two discs had been taken from his spine; he wore a special corset to prevent further damage. He was pronounced unfit for national service and urged to avoid strenuous activity.

He listened, but not for long. Other young men his age were getting involved in long-distance fell-running, and Naylor, whose home was overlooked by Scafell Pike, Yewbarrow and Great Gable, had a ringside seat. When the Mountain Trail event started in Wasdale in 1960 Naylor could not resist. He threw away his corset, cut off his work trousers at the knee, and ran along with the official competitors in his heavy work boots. He seized up with cramp near the end, but did well enough to know that he had found his calling.

In 1977, after many years of running and record-setting, he was warned that if he did not stop farm-work he risked having to use a wheelchair for the rest of his life. So he took an indoor job, mentoring apprentices, at the nearby Windscale (now Sellafield) nuclear plant. Yet he hung on to his 1,000-strong flock of Herdwick sheep, which thereafter he tended “as a hobby”. And his fell-running became, if anything, more extreme.

In June 1986, aged 50, he attempted a continuous traverse of all 214 peaks in Alfred Wainwright’s seven-volume Pictorial Guide to the Lakeland Fells, in the midst of another heatwave. It took him seven days, one hour and 25 minutes – a record that stood until 2014 – and required him to “dig deeper within … than I have ever had to reach”. By the end, the flesh on both ankles was rubbed through to the nerve, and his throat and tongue were so swollen that he could barely speak, let alone eat or drink.

To admirers, such ugly details capture the essence of “Iron Joss”. Naylor’s achievements owed less to genetic good fortune than to his indomitable spirit. He suffered no less than other runners. His greatness came from his refusal to surrender.

In an age when elite sport is increasingly seen as a science or a business, he ran with his heart, not his head. His favoured fuels were rock-cakes and apple pie, washed down with Guinness or salted blackcurrant juice or, occasionally, cod liver oil (swigged straight from the bottle, “like whisky”). And he would not hesitate to interrupt a record attempt to rescue a lamb in distress.

He was appoiinted MBE in 1976, yet remained startlingly modest about his achievements. Lesser fell-runners were amazed and inspired by the interest he took in their endeavours, and he would offer advice or encouragement to anyone who shared his love of the fells. The Joss Naylor Lakeland Challenge – a 48-mile route for runners over 50 that he set up in 1990 – reflects this generous outlook.

He also used his fame to raise money for charity, which he did enthusiastically for many years – not least by scaling 60 peaks at the age of 60 (in 36 hours) and 70 rather smaller peaks at 70 (in 21 hours).

Naylor was still active on the fells in his 80s, until a stroke in 2021 set off his final decline.

He is survived by his wife, Mary (nee Downie), whom he married in 1963, and three children, Paul, Susan and Gillian.

Joss (Joseph) Naylor, fell runner and farmer, born 10 February 1936; died 28 June 2024

Courtesy of Guardian News & Media Ltd