Day 6 – Orton Scar
Day 5 – Haweswater
Day 5 – Patterdale
Day 4 – Ullswater
During the early stages (through the Lake District) of the Coast to Coast walk I took a range of photos to form some complete and partial panoramas.
In some cases the weather was not great, but in all cases the scenery was fantastic – with a dramatic landscape of tall fells and low valleys.
The final stage into Robin Hood’s Bay on the final day. At just 12 miles I hoped I could get there in time for lunch and a celebratory cream tea.
Within 5 minutes of setting off, and with the B&B still in sight, the sky went black and it began to hail. Not the perfect start to the day, but it did not last long and the weather improved slowly all day.
It was just a short 8 mile stroll this morning, rather than the 20 mile hike some do to make it to Robin Hood’s Bay in one day from Glaisdale – which is the traditional way of completing the walk.
Even starting gone 9am, stopping at the North Yorkshire Moors Railway, and a walk via the Hermitage and Flowing Foss waterfall would not delay me too long. Continue reading
After being given a delightful hand-drawn map of the route back to the Coast to Coast route I was off up onto Urra Moor and Round Hill with fewer obstacles that had hindered my route down yesterday.
Apart from the initial climb up onto the ridge this morning the walk was very easy. Thankfully the flagstone path had made way for a gravel track, and the section across the first moor was easily completed as the Cleveland Way headed north and I continued east to follow the route of a now disused railway. Continue reading
Ahead the North York Moors, but starting in the Vale this morning the first objective was to make it to the ridge with the masts.
The beginning of the walk was beautiful through open broadleaved woodland, skirting the edge of the more dense coniferous plantation. After a mile or so the Coast to Coast route joins the Cleveland Way, and it is this path that I would be following all day and into tomorrow. Continue reading
A mammoth hike of 23 miles, though there was hardly a climb in sight across the flat plain of the Vale of York, but it was still 23 miles never the less. It was the day that I said would be kill or cure.
After an early breakfast I was heading out of Richmond and straight for the sewage works. Thankfully after the works a short wooded section where a carpet of wild garlic grew helped clear the nose. Continue reading