I was supported the whole way with my crew meeting me every 5-10 miles , I had some support runner as well for a duration of the fkt.
Day 1 South Haven Point to Bridport , run all on my own.
Day 2 Bridport to Brixham , some company at various points on the run
Day 3 Brixham to Wembury , support runners in the p.m , driven around the last ferry crossing as ferries had stopped
Day 4 Wembury to Port Melon Some support runners in the p.m , driven around first ferry crossing as too early for ferry
Day 5 Port Melon to Helston , support runners in the p.m
Day 6 Helston to Cape Cornwall, support runners in the p.m
Day 7 Cape Cornwall to MawganPorth support runners most of day
Day 8 MawganPorth to Bude Support runners most of the day
Day 9 Bude to Saunton support runners most of the day
Day 10 Saunton to Minehead support runners all day
My Account
Follow Your Path
A detailed account about daily mileage and end of day stop points for this FKT (fastest known time), wouldn't, I feel, do this adventure justice. It would confine it to mere statistics and locations on a map.
I'd rather my account of this truly wonderful journey concentrated on the feel rather than the figures. Quite often after challenges like this one, my body feels depleted and my mind drained, but this 9 day communion with this delicious path has left me enriched, energized and feeling more complete, not less.
Right from the first day as I made my way across the gigantic Jurassic Coast the path began to talk to me, asking me to forget what I thought I knew about running and to try to dance to its own unique rhythm. At first I resisted believing that it was me as a runner that should set the tempo, especially as I had a goal time I was shooting for.
Half way into the first day my resistance meant at that moment the path and I were both singular; individuals on separate journeys. Things were getting hard. Not to be deterred, and I'm so grateful to her for continuing the conversation, the path spoke to me again encouraging me to run with it. Slowly, as the hours passed on that first day, I began to understand. I let go and let myself beat in unison with the heart of the path, and that's where this incredible pilgrimage began.
As the days went on and I let myself become more path than me, magical things happened. The nature around me fed me, nourished me. The path seemed to replenish and recover me each night and I started to glide and flow with the meandering trail.
Each day the path would reward our deepening connection with crystal clear blue seas down below and golden glitters of sunlight flickering on the surface. Every now and again in front it would show me a collection of headlands jutting out as a bridge between land and sea until the last was a ghostly shadow. You could see the path cutting through each one and it was like a beautiful invitation to carry on and move on with the energy.
I always took it gladly. Never did I not want to carry on. The offerings ahead were always so full of splendour, and intrigue. Once you had floated to the far away headland and then turned to look back, that's when the path really showed its beauty with the sun defining every ridge in the cliffs. The path would reward you, enthuse you, by showing how far you had come and the majestic beauty you had moved through.
Thank you so much, you beautiful path. You've enriched me. You've looked after me and you've communed with me for almost 10 days.
I'm so grateful , so happy and so glad I had this adventure xx
Dan Lawson
July 2025