Wednesday 27 May 2015

An amble to Amble

Actually it was a rather fast paced sort of amble! The weather forecast was for rain in the afternoon and so I was tabbing a fairly quick step.


My overall aim for the walk along Druridge Bay was mainly to get miles back in to my legs.
Buses to Cresswell are very limited, in fact only one in the morning. Thus it was mid morning when I set out from the village. Dog walkers were already out in fair sized numbers. Times I was jumped on by wet, soggy pooches, five. Times I was approached at speed by friendly hounds, numerous. A dash to the loo at the visitor centre, a sandwich and drink break and then on to Amble. Reaching the town just as the rain began to fall.
Overall mileage was in the region of eight and half miles.



Saturday 23 May 2015

A wee wander

Mike, (northernpies.blogspot.co.uk) with his intrepid hound, Lucky, had set out to walk Wainwright's Coast to Coast route. Graciously, Mike had invited me to walk with him on his last day. Thus it was that on the Thursday afternoon I was sitting at Grosmont, home of North Yorkshire Moors Railway.  In my rucksack, a few doggy treats and a bag of dog food.
While waiting for Mike and Lucky, I watched with interest the crowds, the majority gents, many of them obviously avid train spotters. One moment there would be the general milling about of folk. Suddenly the mood changed. In a fervid frenzy of excitement, people began to rush up and down the platform. A steam train was approaching and all and sundry vied competitively for the best position to snap that special shot. Honestly, I swear that the crescendo of clicking cameras almost drowned out the noise of the approaching loco!



When the dogged duo arrived, we adjourned to the local tea garden, (note, dogs welcome!) where we supped a goodly brew of tea and indulged in cake and scones.
Our way out of the village was uphill and how. Cardiac hill we named it. Upwards, steeply upwards it climbed, seemingly for ever up. The idea of a defibrillator at the top for poor, struggling hikers was strongly muted. By footpaths and bridleways we wound our way over to toward the village of Little Beck. Our goal was a farmhouse that catered for coast to coasters and  how! Intake Farm is something special. The lady who greeted us with a cheery smile and hand shake, immediately made us welcome. Our pitch was on the farm lawn, all neatly mown. As we pitched our tents we were presented with a tray containing a large pot of tea and slices of homemade cake.

Friday morning was dry and bright. Our way on led us through a delightful forest walk, complete with waterfall and a tea garden. Yes, we did indeed indulge in a pot of tea.
The weather was warm and Mike's trail fitness was obvious as was my lack of. Also,you may notice, he has lost weight. Changes in my meds have mucked me about of late.

Our onward way led along footpaths, road and bridleways. The scenery was lovely and varied.




 We arrived at the camp site mid afternoon. After setting up tents and having a brew, we wandered on down to Robin Hoods Bay. Thus completed Mike and Lucky's Coast to Coast walk. A wonderful achievement and I suggest you pop over to Mike's blog to read of his and the pooches adventures along the way. If you are feeling generous, may I suggest a wee donation to the charity Mike is supporting. Mind, I will point out this was an unsponsored walk, the suggestion of a donation is solely mine. .




A few more photos, a varied selection, not all of this trip.
















Wednesday 6 May 2015

Woodland wander

Mike had proposed a walk that would see another top or two bagged. However, the best laid plan of mice and men! On the day allocated the weather was not good, heavy rain put a damper on things. Thus we delayed our start and also changed to another, easier option.
Our easier meander took us to Thrunton Wood. Lunch was had sitting in the car watching thick mist drifting across the countryside while heavy rain drummed on the roof. As things happen on occasion, we set off in waterproofs with the rain now reduced to a mizzle and even that began to clear away. Following little red markers indicating our route proved interesting. One pointed to a vague path entering fairly dense wood and undergrowth.

 We found a wee hill top but it certainly did not seem the one we wanted. Much consulting of maps, a couple of checks on the compass and a stravaig through quite dense woodland saw us emerging by a circuitous deviation on to Castle Hill. Very old woodland with gnarled and ancient trees in abundance.


We both agreed it would be an excellent bivi spot, one with atmosphere?


Mike maybe described as a covert tree hugger?


 Lucky is a little bemused.

Our way now led us steeply upwards, meandering around rocky outcrops. We found  Macartneys Cave. This was a strange cave and obviously man made. Tool marks on the walls indicated that at one time something had been mined there.


Troglodyte and hound in residence?

A wander along Callaly crag in brightening weather, offered fine views. Following the track along Thrunton Crag led us back to the car. A fine wee bimble.