Woke and started walking about 7.30. I was still damp and that would play a major factor with my feet. To summerise walking was to fairly easy. Signs of the previous days downfall were every where , debris and mud was on the road.
It was a day of a dozen sightings of hare ,roe deer and fox, most were to quick for a photo except on static hare.
A wooden sculpture of several little men as exited a a wood near Winteringham also gave fantastic views of flatcountry ahead.
I had originally intended stopping around Sherburn stopping by High Mill farm for lunch on my stove, more noodles and to rest my pruned. odded on not wanting to, feet sore.
As the fay was closing. I triedasking for a pitch at a farm near RAF STAXTON WOLD but as no one was present I continued reluctantly.
I eventually collapsed around 7.30 beside a barley field not caring if I was moved on.
I pitched the tent, more noodles and sleep.
7th August. I woke around six had my oats packed up in the sun removing slugs from my equipment and boots and socks started walking, hobbling around 7.30 am.
I did not feel that bad even with a few steep up hills and ambled into Muston. I had expected to find a shop as I had exhausted my water supplies and streams were not a familiar sight, also there were a lack of troughs being mainly arable, barley ,wheat, barley , wheat and potatoes.
I sat on a bench nursing my feet and wringing out my socks from the dew grass.
Muston is almost a conibation of Filey and sooner had I left it that I was walking in the suburbs of such. Some of the hardest navigation I find is in towns.
I stopped on route in at the first opportunity to by a fizzy drink, much needed. I seem to sweat just standing still so it is important I keep the fluids coming in. My urine was a dark yellow, a sign of dehydration,infact I was hardly weeing at all.
It was good to see the sea so close, I have missed living near the sea since my Orkney days.
At the Coble landing , around 12 ,I had a mug of tea, whelks and chips,heaven. The smell of the sea and now the taste, with lashings of salt. It was well timed as folk ran from the beach as a heavy downpour drenched them. I could see Filey Brigg, the end of the Yorks Wold Way and the start of the Cleveland Way.
Once the rain had cleared I gained the cliff top looking down at the Filey sands beach wishing I had taken that route to the Brigg and as it happened the route took me down to the sailing club where I took to the sands and followed the tourists over limpet and barnicle rocks. A young girl of four or five at the top of her voice said 'Mummy I want a pooh!' You have could see mum and dad huddle together to discuss options, 'Mummy I want a poo! ' was repeated with a keep it quiet 'we heard you the first time. '
At the end of the rocky Brigg I got a chap to photograph me then climbed the slope to the tip of the mud headland. I had read there was a monument to both trails and eventually found it getting another couple to take a photo of me smiling inately. To me it was like I had climbed Everest , my first of may trails finished, 80 miles behind me.
I left there along flat cliff top path, sea almost as flat on my right. I was to have numerous showers between then and Scarborough. As I gained my way I was soon met with caravan towns on the outskirts of Scarborough and met more people on that stretch than the whole of the previous trail, more tourists and the attraction of the sea I suppose.
At times there were some heavy showers leaving path undergrowth heavy in my path making the wet experience even wetter when the rain had stopped. Again my feet were prunes and I stopped a couple of times to wring out socks and pamper feet. As I gained Scarborough and South Sands I was able to bath them in the cooling sea, l even moved them around as I thought my feet would warm the area they were in,I must be tired. It was now 5 pm. I had been walking for nine hours on and off and wanted to stop at the Youth Hostel to get a shower other than a rain shower. I was unsure if there were any places spare and although I had tried to phone I could not make contact. Rain drops on my screen played havoc and in the end sent an email and re forced it with a phone call to Monique who was with the boys in Mac Donalds. She confirmed I had a place and then so did the email. Why I could not phone dir.ect I do not know.
I eventually found the Youth hostel on the north out going road, it was now seven thirty, I had been going for twelvr hours walking nearly 20 miles.
I was soon booked in and went to my bunk room which I shared with two Italians who I insulted by calling them Spanish,they had done the Coast to Coast, and an elderly chap touring around, and a faceless rucksack whos owner turned up when I wad in bed around 11 and wad gone when I was at breakfast.
As I opened my pack I noticed alot of my gear smelt of pig pooh and ammonia , not pleasant so I share the shower with smell socks and other ripe items. These still lingered a little in the drying room. But at least i was felt cleanish and was able to tend to feet.
I went down stairs to the lounge and with half a dozen folk watched the Olympics .Ther was a family of Mum, Dad and two teenage girls, it was like being in their home front room,'Come Dad' said Mum,' who do you want to win?'
Dad would look at the the runners on the screen before declaring"Russia', then the daughter would bags USA because her hair was nice,etc. Before I knew it I to was a member of the family placing my 'bags'.
I to had a cold pint which tasted all the better for earning it and the to bed.
It was very quiet in the dorm, very warm the that it took ages to sleep.I was also congested paranoid I would snore, I was convinced I woke a couple of times to the sounds of my snore due to being bunged up..
I had cancelled my alarms on my phone and watch but still woke at six and lay there until seven, when the old boy stirred. At this I dressed and went down stairs were I checked my now dry gear and ventured to the shop. On return I had beans on toast cerael chatted to a few folk before packing up and catching up on my blog where I sat outside in the sun.
This Youth Hostel was up for sale go £350000 , something I would love to own in the future.
Due to me doing this blog i would not start walking the Cleveland Way until 11.30 am 7th August.
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