We followed Esk Dale down to Grosmont then crossed our final moor down
onto the coast. We found robin hoods bay nestling on the coast and
rammed with day trippers.
Not to be put off we followed the crowds down the long steps and
narrow streets onto the beach - threw our stones into the sea that we
carried all the way from St Bees and headed for Wainwrights Bar.
All said and done - a fantastic walk, a great way to see the North of
England and something everyone who is reasonably fit should have a go
at.
We turned for home and found Helen waiting to give us a lift home -
ice cream in hand :) a welcome sight!!
Congratulations and thanks for a very interesting account of your endeavours. I'm now looking forward to my own next weekend.
ReplyDeleteBravo Ol' Stick, jolly good show.
ReplyDeleteIt would be rather interesting to know your pre walk and post walk weight....errr no cheating Bondage.
I'm curious if all the FEBs, bacon sarnies, beers, wine, ice cream, biscuits and the occasional slice of cake were indeed off-set by the miles past under foot?
I can imagine how sore you must be feeling. I think I pulled a muscle myself this morning, while spreading full fat cream cheese onto my toasted everything bagel. Perhaps I was a little too eager, must remember to warm up with a couple rounds of pikey white bread, butter and topped off with sugary marmalade.
Big Tens,
Jarvis
Ps. Is an RNLI car sticker winging it’s way over to the City of Angels?