Exactly one year ago, six of us started a walk from St Bees on the West coast of England to Robin Hood's Bay on the East coast, a distance of 192 miles(here). For a variety of reasons three of us could only complete half the walk. These next few posts follow us as we aim to complete our walk across England. Head hiker, Paul, on the far right of the photo, planned a slightly different route so that Tina, Steve and himself would not have to repeat last year's route. Last night we met up at a hotel near Kirby Malham and spent the evening recounting stories from last year's walk. It was a cold and wet night so not a good omen for the following day.
Although we had to scrape the ice off the cars, the sky was cloudless so once we had parked the cars, put our boots on, we boarded the minibus that took us to the start of our walk in Grassington in the Yorkshire Dales. Luckily there was a shop in the village to stock up on sandwiches for today's 12 mile walk otherwise I would have to share the jam sandwich I made at the hotel this morning!
Stocked up we were ready to get going. Easing us in gently, Paul had planned that today would be the shortest distance to be covered this week. We all felt a sense of trepidation when we set off. I don't think any of us felt as fit and prepared as we were last year.
As always seems to be the case, it started with an incline on the road leaving the village but it wasn't long before we were striding out over Grassington Moor
The first of many stiles we would have to climb over.
The streams of water criss crossing the moor looked like blue ribbons strewn across the landscape.
There was lots of evidence of grouse hunting.
This is a shooting lodge where the hunters gather.
The moors are bleak and without a map and compass it would be easy to get completely lost. I am sure this shelter would have been used many times as protection against the cold. It made a good wind break for us as we sat beside it for a lunch break.
It was quite boggy in places so it was better to hang back and see how deep the water was before I attempted to cross.
Steve giving s demonstration of his stile skills.
Coming down off the moorland the fields were full of the newborn lambs.
St Chad's church has a wonderful view of the surrounding countryside.
The hotel was very welcoming and had an extensive menu. So we all enjoyed a hearty meal before retiring for the night. This was the view from my bedroom window.