I had missed the alarm so woke up gone 7. I had not slept well, at around 4 a gull had decided to impersonate a car alarm and no one was turning it off. I soon got breaky on gear packed and walking by 8 30. I had to regain the coast path and into R H BAY. It was really quiet, the odd bod wondering around with newspapers tucked under arm,italics was a steep climb to the source. At the Post office there I posted my card I wrote in Filey.
The path was good along the coast almost a cinders track. I was paranoid about keeping dry feet and after yesterday.
The last few days I had seen a fair few walkers and today was the same. After passing a dozen coming toward me I noticed my zip fly was down and although I righted the problem it would return to down. I eventually developed a habit of sighting folk and yanking the fly up. Eventually I pulled my t shirt down so I could leave it gaping.
Today would take me through WHITBY, SANDSEND and RUNSWICK.
There was a sight breeze from the north keeping me cooler,a few dips and climbs but nothing major. About two miles before reaching Whitby ,by the light house, the path had collapsed leaving a gaping hole down the cliff which I eased my way around. The path was also narrow as a groove just wider than on boot made it walking awkward and like on a tight rope. After mincing along i finally could see the start of Whitby by the city of caravans and flocks of inhabitants on MY path.
Numbers grew as I decended in to the adopted home of Captain Cook. Passed the abbey and the heaving streets. It was almost midday by the time I had faffed about getting new insoles,the old ones the cause of blisters on the ball of both feet. I found a piece of green and sat bare footed eating chips and scraps and drinking a decent coffee.It was 12 noon and I did not start walking again until gone 1. I had not experienced the north part of Whitby by before, passing the Captains statue and then ealking the beach to Sandsend.
I regained the coast path and walked via a nature reserve where Volunteers sat starring out to sea their van parked with doors open tools abound. I walked by saying their tyre was flat. Then said no it is ok they just looked to peaceful. Walkers sat in the tree shade, it was walm and as usual I was sweating. The path was good as it had been an old railway line and soon I reached a tunnel. My route took me steeply up where a woman coming down gave me a 'hi' of sympathy. A chap said I would enjoy that one, he was wrong.
The route took me via Kettleness then down into Runswick bay. It was the first time someone overtook me . A woman fleet of foot in white blousy top and sandals went by with a hello. I said do you want a race as she disappeared - you won I said.
At the lovely cafe at Runsw ick I stopped for an elegant lemon tea feeling very proper. I then walked the final mile or so to Port Mulgrave, decending steeply to its once industrial harbour. It is now long abanboned leaving a certain anarcy to raine in the form of tin sheds and worn out boats. It is a great spot for fossils. I pitched on a piece of scrappy grass and sat a while watching the sea come in. Peaceful.
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