More Moor then No More Moor

As we left the Lion Inn, it began to really feel as if we were on the down hill stretch to to Robin Hoods Bay. There were only 2 days to go and neither was going to be particularly long or hard. We were determined to enjoy every last minute and so we did.

The first 3 miles weren't the best of the walk though, as they were, unusually for a National Park section, along a road. It wasn't that busy, but the cars were driving very fast, especially a group of hot hatches who were clearly racing.

It was a relief to get back on a moorland track and to enjoy the piece and quiet of the countryside. As our walking was along a very flat track it was a surprise to come across a trig point, a reminder that though flat, the moors are quite high.

As you can see it was another glorious day and we weren't the only ones enjoying the sunshine and heather. Our friend Mr Mole also thought it was a great day for a stroll and joined us for a section of the route. 

After the mole, we had the company of a horse and rider and then, all of a sudden, we came to a gate and the moors ended. We looked ahead to rather different scenery, but as you can see from our next picture, it was still very pleasant. 

From the edge of the moor it was downhill to the river at Glaisdale. As it wasn't quite lunchtime and we hadn't got far to go after Glaisdale, we took advantage of an outdoor table at a pub serving a rather fine pint of York Brewery's Guzzlar. 

Our next section of path took us through woods and beside the river Esk. At Egton Bridge we practised our pole vaulting again across another set of big stepping stones. 

Our destination for the afternoon was the railway village of Grosmont. We reached it via the old Barnards Toll Road. Wooly checked out the list of tolls to see if we owed anything. Horses and hearses got mentioned, but not sheep and bears, so we put our wallets away. 

As we came into Grosmont we discovered there was  steam gala on, and the station was just yards from our bed and Breakfast. Our landlady actually told us to keep our window shut to keep the smoke from the engines out. We had plenty of tine to go and see them on the platform though, but we preferred the engines we see at home at our local North Norfolk Railway. 

We ate at the Railway Tavern that night, and we were sad to think this was our last night on the Coast to Coast walk. 

Lots of love, George, Yorkie, Wooly and Gio xxx