12th Aug.Boltby Scar to Helmsley

I woke as usual around 6, not naturally because the sun hit the tent but by watch but alarm. Again due to lack of water I had to get on the trail as soon as. It was dense mist and no view at all. The tent was damp but I shock alot of dew as I packed it away.I started walking at 7.05.
Within half hour the mist thinned to reveal the Gormire lake below a d as I reached a new view platform at Sutton bank around 8 it was sure to be another sun drenched day.
I madeo my way to the National Park visitor centre hoping that maybe the opened early on a sunday. No such luck as it was 10.30 , also a hunt around the building revealed no stand pipe and the loos were locked. I Sat getting my bearings realising I would have to do another dog leg to the Kilburn White Horsel. I hid the pack in long grass a strode out for the mile to stand looking at chalky stones on a hill top.No horse was the visible as I was to close almost stood on it. The views were good though of the plain below. I did not hang around returning the eay I had gone skirting the gliders club. This was alot more better than the last derelict club on the Carlton bank, very plush with about ten gliders lined up but none flying. It was 9.15 by the time I retrieved my pack. I had hoped to get a pic of the road up to Sutton Bank but my phone battery failed me.
Now with pack and burden I returned to my usual plod crossing the A170. and into Hambleton. I tried for water at the Inn but no one answered and I did not try to hard to be heard,  it was Sunday morning.
A mile and a half in Cold Kirby I had breaky of one choc coated flapjack on sale with eggs in an honesty box. , but it was not after herding a hundred or so partridge and have them take flight that i eventually I got my water from a stream feeding some fishing lakes, it was 11am. Just past there a stag roe deer and I stared each other out and only ran when other walkers appeared. This was a pretty area, it was a lovely blend of woodland and farm but with a wild natural feel reminding me of France.
Talking of France I passed the turning tothe  Rievaul Abbey but as it was not on my route I made do with a photo of the bridge of the same french sounding name.
As i gained the last two miles of the Cleveland Way it was evident that the abbey was a main attraction by the streams of folk walking from Helmsley in its direction. So many I gave up saying morning.
My first glimpse of Helmsley was church tower. And rooftops which disappeared then returned as I descended into this historic castle tourist heaven.
A similar monument like on Filey Brigg appeared and as no one was about strangely, I took a pic of my pack sat on it proudly. A coch turned up and with a stream of senior persons I followed the flow into the byst market place and straight in the pub for a celebratory pint . I Watched the last moments of the Olympic marathon as a lithe Ugandan won.
I contacted Mon to say I was in Helmsley,  it was onlt one. Today had been a short days walking only 12.5 Miles.
Once the original plus one pint was finished  I made my way to the youth hostel.  I thought I would have quite a wait as usually it does not open until 5 ,it was just gone 2, but the chap had seen me and booked me in.
I got my bunk,  phone and camera on charge a shower and as i was going to the laundry Monique and my two younger boys Ranulph and Anton drove into the small car park. Maria and her son Adam was also with them.
After a brief exchange of hello and ruffles of hair was we exchanged my dirties for clean clothes. Alot of my new gear had just been embroided with the walk emblem and luckily I was only 30 miles from home. Even less when in Osmotherly about 20!
I also had a new sleeping bag and as requested new boots plus other goodies like chocolate, my favorite noodles and coffee. THANK YOU MON!
I had hoped to see them on the coast for a couple of days as planned but that proved to differcult so just a few hours would have to do.
We walked into rhe market place had another celebratory pint then picniced on haddock and chips and as if I needed the run I chased and spun the boys.Another pint then a tired and wingey gang , including me, returned to the hostel and a sad goodbye.
I felt abandoned and busied myself wirh kit and was very unsocialable and caught yp with a couple of days of blogs instead of watching the Olympic closing ceremoniy with the otger hostelers. I retired to bed around ten sharing the room with an elderly gent from Canada.
AND THATS THE END IF THE CLEVELAND WAY. 190 MILES UNDER MY BELT.

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