The 12th and Final Day!

Carried along on the euphoria of achievement this was possibly the shortest 19 miles I have ever walked.

With the north sea in sight, literally from midday, tired muscles and sore feet melted away.

A final leg of uphill moorland,

Sneaton Low Moor

and down woodland dales,

East Arncliff Wood

with far more civilisation than we had seen since leaving the west coast.

On the way to Hawsker

Small bijou villages painted in Farrrell and Ball,

Egton Bridge

with more resemblance to the Home Counties than Yorkshire Grit.

Grosmont Station

‘Normal’ tourists found amusement in accessible waterfalls, tea rooms and trains.

Falling Foss on the May Beck Trail

The end mirrors the start with a final ‘stroll’ along the cliffs,

Maw Wyke Hole

ensuring sufficient drama to befit the end of 192 mile hike.

The North Sea – Robin Hood’s Bay

Unlike the usual dropping of stones I had been persuaded that a swim in the Irish and the North seas would be a good idea.

The Bay Hotel – Robin Hood’s Bay

And then the final end, celebration in Wainwright’s Bar in the Bay Hotel.

Anyone fancy a walk this weekend?