11th August White Hill,Hasty Bank to Boltby Scar(2 miles north of Sutton Bank)

The fay started with a little mist obscuring my view. I was basically pitched above Great Broughton.I had no water so choice of breaky was none. I Packed up in the moist air,the tent was sopping from dew/condensation. A couple of walkers passed by having made the climb from the road but gave cheery hellos.
I was off before 8.The next couple of miles would be hard as I had various ups and downs to negotiate. The veiw had cleared by the time i came across a jumble of boulders called the Wain Stones.I tried to find a direct route around but would of needed the skills of flight as with a pack like mine made it near impossible to descend.I back tracked and made a more delicate wimps descent.No sooner had I downed that I was going up again then down across fields of cows to go up again to Kirby bank. It would not of been so bad but my mouth was dry from lack of water.
I passed a German lady in her later years, who was carrying a pack as big as mine, she was doing the Coast To Coast which was alot more popular than the Cleveland Way,   certainly with foreign walkers .She looked tried and after brief exchange of good will plodded on.
I had expected to get water at Lord Stones Cafe on Carlton Bank and the plastic ice cream sign said I was there but it was a ruin,a mess and boarded up. I was poked about alittle before waterless continuing.
Another chance may be the gliding club on the the moor but again disappointment at finding another wreak of the a place.Graffiti,smashed windows roof damage And no water. I stumbled over heather to regain the path as I met a couple walking a dog,they said that they still used the site with at least one glider flying. I found that hard to belive as all it seemed to be was dense heather moor,nothing could land or take off, but what do I know. They asked me where I was going then informed me Helmsley was the other way. At this I continued on the route I was going ignoring their advice. Maybe it was by car they were indicating but I was walking. still waterless and now about10.
I made my way down partly paved path eventually to descend into Huthwaite Green. As I neared the roada could hear a trickle of water  and a small clear stream made is way through woodland. Oasis.  I filled my water container feeling rich again.
Numerous walkers that had set of from Osmotherly now trickle past,  the majority on the the Coast to Coast. At the road I sat on a bench and made myself a well earned tea. ADutch couple came along and as they looked tire I moved my gear to allow them to rest. They were doing The Cleveland WAy. Apparently they had come over to GB because of Hollands lack of hills,  not surprisingly.
I was soon of again only stopping to get a bag of tomatos from a farm honesty box.
The rest of the way to Osmotherly went fairly fast,skirting the dreaded wheat crop and woodland and sinister telecom station at Beacon Hill with its radio waves and micro waves no doubt bouncing through me.
A farm track and lane took me into a wealthy looking Osmotherly. It was busselling , and no doubt its three pubs did a roaring trade. I having seen the crowds in the bars headed for the fish and chip shop.  It was now gone two as I sat on the small green with boots off eating.  I then had a cup of tea in a cafe and got more water..
I did not leave until 3.20.
I followed the route via again farm and wood heading past a small reservoir. And eventually onto Thimbleby Moor. Signs on gates stated BEWARE ADDERS, which I would of loved to see.
As I made my way up Black Hambleton signs of burn heather wrre rvery where, apparently to encourage new cushion shoots. This wad of course grouse moors and shooting country. The next few miles I felt I had blinkers on with stone wall on my right of and flat moorland on my left. The wall obsured the view below. But half the time my eyes had to concentrate on the stoney track ahead which played hell with my feet. Ok if you are a 4 by 4. not ok when feet are tired.
There was a fair breeze from the East which had me putting on a fleece.After about 4 milrs I hit a partly felled forestry commission woodland, counting the growth rings the pines had been about 50 years old. It always looks like armagedon when yo see tree clearing, dead branches, wood debis and of course the odd sapling which always dominates the scene amoungst the stubs.
It was 7 pm now and I was soon going to stop. I tried asking at Paradise farm but could find no one so walked the pleasant woodland and back onto the top to pitch at 8 on Boltby Scar. I had done over 20 MILES I and it felt it. I slept well.

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