Day 13 of my walk in to the sea

  Intake Farm, Littlebeck to Robin Hood’s Bay (11.6 miles / 190.6 miles) At 6.30 when I was all packed up and ready to leave Intake Farm, I was excited and saddened in equal measure.  By around 11am I was going to be able to say that I had done the Coast to Coast walk, but, by 11am it would also be over and I would have to … Continue reading Day 13 of my walk in to the sea

Day 12 of trying not to stray of t’path

Blakey Ridge to Intake Farm, Littlebeck (17.7 miles / 179 miles) It was literally freezing when I woke up this morning at around 5am so I decided to pack up and get moving as quickly as possible. When I say ‘literally’, I am using the word’s modern meaning of ‘metaphorically’, but it was very cold nonetheless!  I had tried the usual jumper applicator shuffle whilst still … Continue reading Day 12 of trying not to stray of t’path

Day 11 of saying goodbye to friends

Ingleby Cross to Blakey Ridge (19.9 miles / 161.3 miles) There are no shops in Ingleby Cross, the Blue Bell Inn only serve campers breakfast if they pre-book (which, apparently, is at an undisclosed point before the previous evening) and I was down to my last flapjack.  I was going to starve on this 20 mile and remotest of sections of the Coast to Coast and … Continue reading Day 11 of saying goodbye to friends

Day 10 of playing on the motorway

Colburn to Ingleby Cross (19.9 miles / 141.4 miles) I am going back to the whole ‘on paper’ thing again for a moment, because ‘on paper’ this stage seems really great: a 20 mile hike across the Vale of Mowbray. Loving a pork pie as I do, imagine the emotional rollercoaster going on in my mind when I thought that there would be pie goodness around every … Continue reading Day 10 of playing on the motorway

Day 9 of being a local

Reeth to Colburn (13.2 miles / 121.5 miles) Solid caravan though it was, it was clear, from the constant rattling of the windows overnight, that the wind had picked up and reports coming in from those not lucky enough to be sleeping on a sofa were that the trees sounded as if they were going to become one with their tents at any moment. However, as was … Continue reading Day 9 of being a local

Day 8 of Mountain Bikers and Caravans

Keld to Reeth (12.4 miles / 108.3miles) It was a cold night last night with the clear skies of the evening going on long in to the early hours and beyond, resulting in temperatures dropping to just below the comfort level of my two season sleeping bag.  A couple of times I had to wake up and put an extra layer on, which isn’t at all easy, … Continue reading Day 8 of Mountain Bikers and Caravans

Day 7 of Cream Teas and Yurt Gardens

Kirkby Stephen to Keld (11.3 miles / 95.9 miles) Rather than overpay for the food offerings from the youth hostel, breakfast consisted of a protein and carb rich, highly nutritional Ginster’s Cornish Pasty from the local Co-op, where I was also able to stock up on supplies for the day to satisfy my craving for the good honest flapjack, for Alicia to get her hit of Caribbean Crush Lucozade, which … Continue reading Day 7 of Cream Teas and Yurt Gardens