Run The Broomway: A Bucket List Experience For Any Trail Runner

Running the Broomway is along an unmarked 10km out-and-back route across the Maplin Sands in Essex. The run can only be undertaken at certain times of year and on a certain tidal states, having local knowledge or with a guide is essential.

Fred Newton, the Broomway running guide recounts his first ever time time running along this mysterious path. Since then, he has accrued a wealth of local knowledge and taken dozens of guided trips out across the sands. Boondock Events works in partnership with the official providers of guided trips to bring you a the Broomway Guided Run.

The brooding Broomway awaits

I must confess that on the morning of the run I was nervous.

Images crossed my mind of swirling tides sweeping in like whirlpools, of sands sucking us into an inescapable morass, of newspaper headlines the following day quoting from family and friends that “he was one of the good ones”.

Then again, I was also super excited about visiting this surreal and ancient place with it’s unique, barren landscape and a path deemed to be one of the most dangerous in the UK.

Because this was the very antithesis of what you might envision a “path” to look like. This was no meandering stroll through bucolic English countryside as The Broomway is no ordinary path and is more than capable of claiming the lives of poor souls who stray too far from its ‘safe’ passage.

For many years it was the only way of getting from the UK mainland to Foulness island in Essex. It’s a path in no man’s land accessible only as the sea retreats for a few hours with each tidal cycle. A 3 mile one way route devised by the insane and which used to be marked by broom handles for horse, carriage and pedestrian to take their chance.

When researching the trip it became abundantly clear that local knowledge was going to be key, this was not for the novice. You have to go with someone who knows the tides and quirks of this fabled path. Someone who reduces your chances of becoming a headline in tomorrow's newspapers.

The accolade of expert guide was held for many years by a gentlemen now retired and so the task of leading our group fell to Tom Bennett, Tom has walked over 100 Broomways and is certainly the go-to-guy (for a walking trip with Tom, you can find our more here).

Meeting at worlds end

After driving through a military base we met by a sea wall that immediately gave us a sense of being somewhere distinctive, other worldly, off the beaten track. Tom gave us a briefing that cranked up the excitement and led one member of the party to joke he was happy to be left behind. Bravado aside there was a distinct nervousness in the air but also a sense of why we do some of these things. Proximity to an hostile and unseen environment that made us feel alive and in touch with our senses on this August Sunday morning.

We set off along the hard causeway for a few hundred meters before making sand and The Broomway itself. Wearing a pair of trail running shoes, my feet were quickly soaked as standing water made an immediate impression.

We continued forward, keeping relatively close to a tuft of a bright green sea plant which was about the only visibly green element of this remarkably alien landscape. I know that’s how Essex has been described in the past, but this was more of the natural variety. It was also a moment I bonded with one of my fellow travellers author Robert MacFarlane, who had also by now abandoned his shoes and decided to proceed barefoot.

A glorious big sky day with far ranging views

The day was magnificently clear with no sea mist or poor weather in sight, the more usual scenario in these parts.

Tom pointed out our first marker which was an upright object called the Maypole, which looked like a ship's spar. We headed in that direction and for the first time I was starting to relax into this ancient landscape and enjoying the feeling of seclusion and a little exclusivity, so rare in modern life particularly this close to home.

We arrived at the Maypole intact and in good spirits before setting a course for our ultimate destination of Foulness island.

The military seems only to grudgingly accept this public right of way so we were warned not to go near anything which looked remotely suspicious. Other than Sunday this is a live firing range and I imagined the extra hazard of having to dodge gun batteries firing shell after shell into the sea. Gulp.

Reaching Foulness island was via another area the military like to play with called Aspens head. A large stone circle perhaps 100 meters wide filled with oil and the sea once set ablaze. We cut through this structure via a track that gave us safe passage into the black lands of deep mud before sitting down on a sea wall for a brief respite.

We then retraced our footsteps along this ancient path and reflecting on this extraordinary and vast natural landscape. We crossed benign streams of sea water brooding with that menacing presence of the imminent torrents of gushing sea water waiting to take out any stragglers. The group by now had spread out across 100 metres of more, each enjoying their personal relationship and solitude.

Reflections

One highlight for me was that whilst it’s mainly a featureless landscape and spectacular because of that we would encounter several small trees, isolated but alive. I speculated that perhaps they were planted along the path for loved ones lost,

Eventually we made it back. A sense of calm stillness achieved within each and every one of us. Never have I been on such a short exurcssion which has been so transformational. It is singularly the most memorable run I had ever been on.

I'm delighted to be offering guiding runs on the Broomways this year. You can sign up for one of these trips here on Broomway Official.