Today’s walk was from Glaisdale to Robin Hood’s Bay…
It was fairly long, at 19 miles but, it was different to every other walk done in the last 2 weeks because it was the final one….our journey was ending..
We left our B&B, the Beggar’s Bridge, crossed the road and went into the woods.
Once again, it was a beautiful morning….
Mrs Hill…in the woods…
Down by the river… ( Esk )…
We had the River Esk on one side and open fields on the other…
An open field….
Soon we came to Egton Bridge and it’s wonderful pub, The Horseshoe.
This is a lovely village..
We now turned right to take a track through the Egton Estate..
The big house…
There was a private road through the estate, linking Egton Bridge to Grosmont.
A bit like the M6 toll, it’s there to cut time and distance from a given route..it’s your choice whether you use it or not..you pays your money and takes your choice…
They even charged for a hearse.. Sixpence in 1948..!
We soon arrived at Grosmont..
The North Yorkshire Moors Railway runs through here..
We then had a bit of a surprise…
Leaving Grosmont..at 33%..
Almost immediately after crossing the railway line the road began to climb. Gently at first, but then we saw the 33% sign.! This incline went straight up on to the Moors to almost 300m and went on for over 2k..!
It certainly wasn’t the highest climb of the week but it was one of the hardest and it certainly explains why our guide book calls today’s walk ‘strenuous’ !
‘Grit’ on the left, ‘Determination’ on the right….
As we reached the top of the moor a familiar sight came into view..
The sea and Whitby in the distance…
Now, the idea of a ramble is not necessarily to get to your destination via the quickest route so…
We left the road and headed across the moor again to Littlebeck..
Mrs Hill taking a lingering look at Whitby’s landmark building..
Walking through the village we turned South to head into Littlebeck Wood. This was a magical place, full of dappled light and hobbit holes.
Further on, still walking south the woods changed.
Instead of clear paths the trail was overgrown and the air was damp and dark..we’d entered Scary Wood!
Now we were walking slowly, carefully making our way through the undergrowth when we thought we heard children’s voices.
Then they were gone..
Could they have been echoes of long ago children who came to play in Scary Wood…but never came home..?!
Our senses were now heightened as we followed the faint trail through the wood.
Every moving branch, every slight rustling sound made us turn and stare for a moment and imagine what might’ve caused it..
Soon, we heard a faint buzzing sound in the distance.
As we walked the sound became louder and somehow more threatening..
We being drawn towards the sound just like Odysseus and the Sirens.
We covered our ears but still we got closer to the sound and then…
Falling Foss in Scarry Wood…
What a fun place this was..!
A tea room with it’s own waterfall, with children playing and a man with a chainsaw..
Oh how we laughed..!
Soon, after a little ‘off pisting’, we came out of the woods and headed north towards Hawsker and the coastal path.
Heading for Hawsker…
This part of our walk was around 4 miles, partly moors, partly roads.
I was pleased to see that Chris Harris has his fans up here…
One for the cognoscenti….( that’s Italian )…..
When we reached the sign for Robin Hood’s Bay our excitement was mixed with sadness…just 2.5 miles to go out of nearly 200…
So we went the other way….
The other way….
We came on to the Cleveland Way, the coastal path to our destination.
Each step we took here was special, the view was something to be savoured…
Then, we saw it..our first glimpse of Robin Hood’s Bay..
Descending the narrow streets of the village to our final destination..
….where there’s a surprise waiting for us..our son and daughter in law with our grandchildren..!
Our pebbles from St Bees were thrown into the sea..
The end of the journey…!