Dave’s place was large and just a little bit crumbly.
It was also about 4 miles from the end of yesterday’s walk and a mile from the pub, all along a road that you really wouldn’t want to walk on.
So he ferried everyone around.
Last night he took us to the pub and escorted us to the restaurant.
He introduced us to the barmaid and then went back to the bar, promising to take us back to our lodgings when we were ready ..
“Don’t worry about what time you want to leave”, he said, “I’ll be in the bar”…
Dave’s Grand Hall..
Dave’s crumbly lounge..
Breakfast was served at 7:30.
There was just ourselves and a couple from Solihull. We were the only ones doing 19 miles today, our walk taking us across the Moors to Glaisdale.
The others at The Dromonby, including Sandy and Gill were doing much shorter walks, spreading the final 38 miles to Robin Hood’s Bay over 3 days rather than 2.
That meant that their breakfast was much later than ours.
We had our usual muesli with fruit and yoghurt, followed by poached egg on brown toast.
We were amused at the arrangements for the packed lunch.
Every other place that we’d stayed at had made us either just a sandwich or they’d added other goodies such as juice, fruit and a cereal bar. Prices were pretty similar everywhere- £3 for a sandwich and £5 for the full package.
That wasn’t Dave’s way….
In his very laid back way he said “kitchen’s over there, make your own”.
There was no charge…
Breakfast and sandwiches sorted, we packed our bags and came downstairs ready for the off.
We said goodbye to the other guests, who by now had come down for breakfast.
That would be the last time that we’d see them…
Loading our luggage into the car, we now drove the 4 miles back to Claybank. I sat in the front alongside Dave and we had a conversation about the wonders of old W124 Mercs…Dave’s got 3 of them!
And so, our penultimate walk began, 19 miles up and across the North Yorkshire Moors, past the famous Lion at Blakey Moor and on to Glaisdale.
The first part of the journey was a steady 3k climb up to Round Hill at 454m. It was a great way to walk our breakfast off ..!
As we climbed towards the top Mrs Hill shouted excitedly “look over there!”
We looked North to catch a glimpse of the only active volcano in North Yorkshire…..
We were now on top of the moors, on a good path that streched towards The Lion around 7 miles away. The weather was warm and the sky was big…
If only I could get rid of my shadow…
A view of the Moors…..
Soon, we saw The Lion on the horizon and left the main track to climb up towards the pub.
Unfortunately, we left the track a few yards too soon and found ourselves on the wrong side of a high stone wall…
We were on one side of the wall and the pub was on the other but Mrs Hill was undeterred.
Demonstrating the incredible strength that Man can summon up in emergencies, she walked straight through the wall…
The Incredible Mrs Hill..
The Lion at Blakey…
We’d covered the 9 miles to the pub in under 3 hours. We weren’t particularly pushing today but it was such a good path that we kept up a good, natural pace.
As it was only 11:45 we decided to sit outside and have a cuppa. Just for fun, I put a drink behind the bar for Sandy and Gill who were spending the night here…hope they enjoyed them..!
As we were sitting looking at the view across the valley, I checked our map.
The next section of our walk, almost 3 miles was on the road…all the way round the valley to the other side, almost directly opposite the pub, way in the distance.
There had to be a better to all that road work……
Looking closely at the map, a cunning plan began to form…there was a very faint path down into the valley and then up the other side.
That looked much more interesting than 3 miles on the road !
All the other walkers in the garden watched open mouthed as we left the pub and instead of walking north up the road, went south down into the valley…
We were now truly ‘off piste’..
Mrs Hill was very excited.!
Looking across the valley..
Descending into the valley we came on to a disused railway track, clearly marked on the map. There should have been a continuing path crossing over the track but, it wasn’t there.!
Undaunted, we adopted Plan B.
The disused track ran round the valley at a level anything up to 200m below the road.
We followed the track all the way around the valley marvelling at thr engineer’s who’d built it as we walked…where the hillside got in the way, they cut through it..where the hillside fell away, they built it up..and all with picks and shovels.!
No lengthy planning applications were required and as for ‘Public Enquiries’ ..let’s just say they hadn’t been invented just yet.!
We pondered as we walked that if the railways were invented today, in 2013, they wouldn’t actually ever get built..
Now, we climbed up from the valley..
This was still our ‘short cut’, remember..
We were still ‘off piste’, as we tramped across the boggy moor.
Back on track again with the most fantastic skys (again)..
Now, I’m sorry if this is getting repetitive but, …..
Just look at it ..!
Eventually, we came to Glaisdale where we found a pub for giant’s..!
Mrs Hill, looking tiny.. 🙂