Streonshahl, Robin Hoods Bay to Intake Farm, Littlebeck
11 official miles, but my legs only did about 5
"The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page." Saint Augustine
Entrance hallway at Streonshahl, the doors are left open so bugs must not be an issue, but a strange cat could wander in.
Breakfast. Egg Florentine.
Realized there is almost an extra hour of sunshine here in the morning and a full extra hour in the evening compared to Stevens Point. Nice to be further north in the summer, but expect winter to be that much darker. I will take the summer.
Ate breakfast next to another solo woman C2C completer. Julie is a civil servant from Melbourne, Australia. Has a daughter Olivia's she. Is going to London today for 5 days. Sort of like "hello, and good Bye".
As the hiking boots were being put on the feet, Shannon and her mother Cindy came out of the dining room. They heard Kevin the host taking to me about taking care of my knees and knew it had to be me. Hadn't seen them since Richmond. They were going to Edinburgh for a few days before returning to New Jersey.
Jean Pierre came strolling up the side walk near the bus stop. More quick words before my bus arrived. Learned he is 68.
Jet: jet is fossilized wood from the monkey puzzle tree, from the Jurassic era, about 175-185 million years ago. Bought this hiker some jet earrings yesterday.
Captain James Cook's HMS Endeavor ship was built in Whitby. It was the ship that took him to Australia in 1764.
The guy was still there
Old Smuggler is one of the oldest buildings in Whitby, dating from 15th century. Carving on the wall believed to be part of the stern decoration of a ship.
St Hilda's Saxon monastery was founded by King Oswy of Northumbria in the year 657. The current Whitby Abbey (ruins) were constructed nearby.
In 664 it was in Whitby that the "supremacy of Rome over the Celtic church" was established. And, the setting for the date of Easter was determined. First Sunday, after the first full moon, after the spring equinox.
Also in Whitby Bram Stoker was staying when he wrote "Dracula". Apparently the graveyard tormented his mind.
Sort of opposite ends of a spectrum - Dracula and Easter!
Wandered about Whitby enjoying relaxing and soaking up British coastal sea life. Gray and drizzly day so the crowds were nothing like yesterday, but it was still busy. Holiday break for school children to families everywhere.
Had salad for lunch from the huge Co-op, which was eaten while watching families capture crabs. Not sure what they do with their buckets of creepy crawlers later. Catch and release, or dinner.
Wandered the streets and back and forth along the pier. Claimed a bench. People watching can be fascinating. Reminded me of my grandmother who lived with us for 6 months every winter while growing up. Grandma would always ride with for the weekly Friday night grocery shopping, but would remain in the car under a wool blanket while the rest of us went inside. She was happy just getting out of the house and watching the other people.
As I was sitting there watching a young father with his twins, suddenly Jean Pierre appeared. Again! Called his name and he came and sat for a bit. Had come to Whitby to get his train ticket to Edinburgh for tomorrow. There he will stay for a few days before flying to Barcelona (cheap flights often involve extra nights stay).
More chatting and exchanging of addresses.
Funny because of all the people who started with me on May 18 Jean Pierre is the only one who constantly appears, even when I have taken days off because of the knee. Suddenly he would show up around a corner. Nice connection. Nice memories of a new trail friend.
Close up of the images on the skirt
People sitting outside in the drizzle eating.
This must be a popular Fish and Chips place.
Inside the more modern St Hilda's church. She is holding a church.
Prayer requests on the board in the church.
While questioning people in the que for the bus from Whitby to Sleights about which que (line) I should be, started talking to an older man whose son had done the C2C at some point. Turns out the son owns the Arncliff Arms in Glaisdale, where tomorrow night's good will have to come from. Will mention the father to Neil Claire (at least that is what it sounded like).
Finally made it back to Intake Farm. I was sweating. Leg was beginning to complain (ibuprofen had worn off).
My bedroom is the left corner windows and the bathroom is the far left window, not in the room, but right next door.
Met two Canadian women arriving at the same time as this hiker. They remembered me from some place about a week ago.
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