27th–31st August 2026
The Wrecker is coming.
Tracking goes live when riders leave Land's End on 27th August.
Open full tracking map ↗How to follow
Every rider in The Wrecker carries a live GPS tracker for the full 740 km. Their dot updates on the map in real time, you can watch progress across the country as it happens, day and night, from Land's End to Herne Hill.
This is dot watching: refreshing a map to see a small dot creep across Bodmin Moor, stall for six hours somewhere in the Quantocks, then start moving again at 4am. It is a genuinely strange way to spend an evening. It is also very hard to stop doing once you start.
Riders will stop to eat, bivvy on the hills, push through the night, or sit still for longer than you'd expect. That's normal. A dot not moving for a few hours usually means someone's asleep, not in trouble.
Riders pass through checkpoints automatically — each one is triggered by GPS geofence as riders reach it, no marshals involved. Times and progress appear on OpenTracking's own page as they happen: View checkpoints & leaderboard ↗
The route
This is what they are riding!
Don't just look at the dots, read about what the guys are riding through.
Cornwall fights. Exmoor resists. The Ridgeway finally lets you move.
Recce One
Tin Mines & Bodmin
Cornwall sets the tone early. Mining tracks, coastal climbs, Bodmin Moor and the first reminder that this UK gravel ultra is not trying to be convenient.
Read the recce →
Recce Two
Exmoor & Quantocks
Exmoor slows everything down. Gates, bog, Dunkery Hill, then the Quantocks finally let the bike run.
Read the recce →
Recce Three
Ridgeway & Home
The route starts to move: Mendips, canal paths, Avebury, the Ridgeway, the Thames and the final onslaught into London.
Read the recce →What comes next
Watching only gets you so far.
Six days of graded gravel training across southern Spain — Málaga to Almería, point to point, five landscapes, one line. Not a loop. Built for riders who want to arrive at next year's Wrecker stronger than they left this one.
See the training camp →