Intake Farm, Littlebeck to Red House Farm, Glaisdale
8.4 miles, walked it in a leisurely 5 hours including an hour of being a tourist in Grosmont. Ibuprofen Helped!
"People don't take trips, trips take people". John Steinbeck
Dinner last night was served "family style".
Farm cats. Not allowed in the farm house, their job is to deal with vermin.
Intake Farm was a real working farm.
So pleased to go in the opposite direction from the two Canadian women. One was very abrasive in her manners and everything she said. Good Bye!
Climbed up the path from the Farm which was down in the valley up to the moors. Then a stretch along roadway which fortunately was not too busy, and then Down Hill. Steep descent to Grosmont.
Today fully began the walking against the flow of one way traffic. Within the first hour met a group of 9 Australians headed for completion today. They will be staying with Kevin at Streonshahl tonight. Told the group to tell Kevin I was plodding on.
Later met 3 couples who asked if I was the lady going back to St Bees. A few of my hosts had told them to watch out for me. Nice network of people.
Throughout the entire day met probably between 25-30 C2C people. Some were finishing today, the rest tomorrow. Those not going all the way in will stay at Intake Farm with Judy tonight. Again, pass the message on that I am proceeding.
At dinner last night and breakfast this morning besides the annoying Canadians were a father/daughter/son-in-law team. The father has done the walk 8 times previously. They are from Manchester.
Have realized that the proper word, or politically correct word, for people in a relationship whether married or not, is Partner. I have been asked a number of times if I have a "partner". Yes, my partner is also my husband. š¤
Shorty after arriving in Grosmont a North Yorkshire Moors steam train pulled in with lots of huffing, puffing, and whistle blowing. Wandered down to the Engine sheds through the tunnel to get a view of the crew working.
Returned to the Hazelwood Tea shop where the legs were again stretched onto another chair. Tuna sandwich again eaten. And the same cat came to keep me company.
Sat on the bench dedicated to Freddy and his best friend the dog Willy in the East Arncliff woods. Ate the two cookies from last night's B&B, contemplated life under the bright green foliage and thought about the troublesome knee.
Ford necessary.
Egton Hall
Steep climb up to Glaisdale after crossing the stream near the Beggars Bridge. Had planned on getting snacks at the Post Office and avoid the long walk back down to the only place in the area to eat, but the PO was locked up. They closed at 12:30 on Saturday. Sadness. Had hoped to get the stem ginger cake purchased here 4 years ago that I found so tasty. Will now have to check every tiny store in the days ahead.
Walked out to Red House Farm. Let myself into their sunroom. Removed boots. Soon Sandra came out and offered tea, I only wanted cold water. We chatted like old friends before I climbed up to my bedroom on the third floor. Very nice couple and this B&B is really luxurious.
Red House Farm garden (one of many intimate gardens on their 1.5 acres of land).
Going to try to take a taxi for the first half of tomorrow's walk. Will see if it can be arranged. Have decided to walk as much as I feel the knee will allow, but not push the limit as there are many miles between where these feet/knees are now and St Bees back on the Irish Sea.
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