Its all about white ankles – Glaisedale to Robin Hood’s Bay

Day 13 beckons and it’s another sunny one…the team have their pebbles ready to throw into the North Sea, they picked them up on the beach of the Irish sea, Annie forgot hers…twit, but then Bodge and Camilla forgot to throw them in anyway so all a waste of time really.

I hate the North Yorkshire moor’s devilish cinder track which seems to have filled all the fresh water with horrid oily stuff, I felt very sick indeed this morning….but….Camilla feels sorry for me so I think it will be a two sausage breakfast, yum. 

Oily moor water, I feel sick

A bit of a drink at the Arncliffe Arms in Glaisedale meant the team did not leave on schedule, they hit the track at 09.45…this was largely due to a mix up on the bill, apparently the campers who had misdirected us the day before had left their double JD on our bill!!!!  Ummmm I will have barks with them later.

I am promised babblers all day today so grand news for swimming, more so than I thought as Bodge pulled a fast one and made me slip into a very deep river, woof back at ya Bodge I can swim as it happens, bit of a shock tho’…

Cream teas missed I take a swim

Cream teas at Midge Hall, several other four leggers there, all of us shoved out of the kitchen and tied to our benches, how dull is that.  Camilla pushed a full cream tea down without a crumb being thrown in my direction, no matter Midge is right next to one of the biggest waterfalls you can see in Yorkshire, Falling Fosse, so I had plenty more swimming to do. 

We strode on across Sleight moor, getting lost along the way, well done Camilla a consistent approach is to be admired.  Picnic beckoned at 16.00 hrs as folk were hungry, AND SO WAS I, steak pie for me – delicious.  Another four miles to go across a bit of a bog and then across the coastal path and we were there.  Robin Hood’s Bay, toes in the sea, Wainwright’s bar and a huge fish and chip supper for them, go team yeah….nothing for me!

We met up with lots of fellow walkers at the Bay, photos to follow, all very exciting, bark bark.  I was a bit tearful as two of our walking companions did not meet up with us at Robin Hood’s bay, Nurse Betty and Nurse Neoprene who were fundraising for the Alzheimer’s society.  I used to bark to show them the way….they thought I was very handsome, good luck girls!  (Update they wrote and told me how sorry they were and that they were very sad to have missed me!)

We made blisters

Well that was that, ummm, except they needed to celebrate so we all taxied to Whitby what luxury. Did they go to look at and admire the James Cook museum ?  Perhaps a stroll to the marina?  Even a visit to the Dracula museum?  …No, the chosen venue was a vile Karoke bar instead, those beer bellied chaps with trouser topping undercrackers made an appearance again, had the Epsom Derby crowd moved up here?  Dear goodness I want to go home now…

Its all about cinder – Clay Bank to Glaisdale

Cracking hols so far, though I seem to have forgotten to have told you how handsome I am recently, look at the pictures work it out…I am. 

Striding the tiles – hot day

The day started at about 9.05, (Annie thinks .05 is an about….) and it became clear that I am becoming a bit of a brand, well hey if the Herdy  crowd can do it I can….everyone knows me and to know me is to love me.

The views were not great for pics but pretty awesome for walking….we also saw an adder…not a very big one…

Adder on the road from the pub

The team walked for miles along a disused railway that ferried Jet and other mined material across the moors, the cinder bed still prevalent, great for the sole but apalling for dust all over one’s fur.   The team covered nine miles in under three hours, good news with arriva at the historic pub. the Lion at Blakey Moor.   Great spot for lunch…..I chowed down on leftovers strewn all over the floor….bored with writing now….Camilla help me out I am tired of writing…

Another superb day on Alfred’s walk, my second C2C.  A highlight for me today was meeting a chap that had actually bound Wainwright’s books; had met him and could tell me tales about him.  Wainwright is not about walking but more a philosophy, a philosophy I understand…

Tired now more tomorrow.

Its all about roller coasters – Osmotherly to Clay Bank

Hills hills and hills, all lovely

Yesterday was a tad dull but the team enjoyed the challenge of 25 miles, they are berks. 

 All good today, weather aweseome, as Camilla has advised us all that we have a short 11 miler on the flat, brilliant, this is when they usually tuck into big picnics, snaffler at the ready. 

 It seemed to  start well, actually not really…the team walked straight out of town and back onto the Cleveland way, (100 mile walk that intersects the C2C), marching into the forest they passed some other walkers, clearly doing the East to West route, nutters the team  muttered under their breath, Camilla strode on confident, oh dear…..the forest ended in a huge pile of felled trees no path to follow, why had those fellow travellers not alerted anyone … Muttley is shocked. 

It got worse, the flat was clearly not going to be flat as we commenced with an inclinethat had a warning – 1 in 5 – oh dear this did not seem right.  The Millster may have got things confused, AGAIN.  Bodge did a quick check of the guide book apparently the day was filled with roller coaster hills not quite the “flat day” that was anticipated.  Bodge commented that the mileage was closer to a fine 17 miles than the promised 11.  Oh dear.  Happiness filled me as I heard there was a cafe stop on the way, always good pickings to be had…heh heh heh.

Hills are not that hard so having a dance in the grass

We strode on, beautiful day.  We met a lot of older walkers, some who had not been up here for twenty years or mores and wanted a final visit, they all knew so much, weather, good routes, knowledge of the area quite awe inspiring, actually I could not care less but then I am a dog and a pretty handsome one at that. 

We reached summit two or three and met Melanie and David, Camilla had recognised the route again apparently, oh dear thought I, she advised them with confidence that we were now on the flat, weird as we had not yet me the Wainstones….ah not to worry we turned the corner and there they were…..

The final hill on the walk

 Yes that is Annie on the hill that Camilla said did not exist. …actually it was brilliant walking.

Guest writer here.

 A great day, longer and harder than we had thought, we met the fellow travellers who had not told us we had gone wrong the day before – it was clear they were nerdy campers who carried Nasa certified grub with them so that they were self sufficient, so  much so they did not worry about fellow travellers.

Today was what all our walking was about, strong legs, great weather, great views all fantastic, missing family but knowing why we are doing this…’cos it is fun…

Its all about the miles, 25 of them! – Richmond to Osmotherley

I am a handsome dog, however, Camilla and the Team seem to have forgotten that to retain such looks I need to be pampered.  Well really….leaving Richmond in claggy (cloudy – northern word) weather, we swamped through horrendously clarty (muddy – northern word) fields, my paws were a disgrace.  Not to worry the mud was soon washed off when I found the fast running falls of the Swale.  The team quietly let me know it was to be a 25 miler, all on the flat with nothing much to look at, chase or climb.  Hot humid and all a bit disappointing, I was hoping for a grand picnic stop to make up for things…it didn’t happen.

I don’t really want to say much more the route was somewhat dull..I got half an award winning pork pie and that was that.  Dull dull dull.  Over to guest writer..

Mud puddles to make an interesting day....dull dull dull

Guest writer here.  The route from Richmond to Osmotherly is flat and Rufus is right the start is very muddy and the whole day was filled with farms who host some of the smelliest beasts around.  Barbed wire is preferred to stiles and the vast fields filled with Barley, Rape Seed and Corn seemed to host every nasty critter known to man, we got stung….and the crew were not happy.

We had a quick pit stop at Danby Wiske, great name but a dull town, pub was not one to write home about.  A few walkers were staying here, a mistake in our view, though it made a shorter walk it would make the next day a dull one. 

We marched on across a main road and a high speed railway line to Ingelby Cross where the remainder of the walkers were staying….not us we had a further five miles straight uphill onto the Cleveland way and then downhill mostly through a muddy forest…..Osmotherly appeared like an oasis before us and pints of lager were pulled and drunk within five minutes of arrival.  A lovely town but too tired to enjoy though happy at achieving a 25 mile day with no blisters – blissful bed at 10 pm.

Sheer luxury - a pub, football and everything

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