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For my regular blog readers who’ve read this far about this trip, thank you. I hope you had a good time and a good laugh. I understand that you may not care about an equipment list. But…it may help you … Continue reading
Day 15: Grosmont to Robin Hoods Bay: 15.5 Miles Surprise! Surprise! This is the first day that my back doesn’t hurt. The sun is shining , pigeons are cooing, and…wait a minute…. I just realize that we heard doves at dawning. … Continue reading
Harry Potter, I’m Waiting At the Station with Father Brown’s Pear Drops: Day 14: Walking Across England: Coast to Coast
Day 14: Blakey to Grosmont: 13.75 Miles I look outside and see rain with low clouds hanging over Carlton Moors and take another Advil. By now, our 14th English breakfast has lost all novelty. I order porridge with bacon crushed … Continue reading
Day 13: Osmotherly to Blakey-21 Miles Of course, the path starts out lovely and elf-like through the woods. Immediately we begin climbing through country estates of moor after moor–each one getting higher, and my eyes getting bigger and bigger at the … Continue reading
Day 12: Danby Wisk to Osmotherly-9 miles Okay. I’ve become a rebel. A malcontent. I LIKE using the public right-of-ways across private land and shouting (with fist raised), “Power to the People!!” I have now learned that wherever we go, there’s … Continue reading
Blame it on the nice bed and hot tub. Blame it on my Little Special Pillow which helps ease my back. But Dallas Cowboy Fan and I look at each other this morning and say. “I don’t really feel like walking today.” … Continue reading
Day 9: Keld to Reeth: 11 Miles We are now in a routine. Each evening we walk into a village, thirsty for a pint of something. We eat, do our chores: filling water bags, replenishing our packs with snacks, looking … Continue reading
As I was leaving the chocolate shop in Orton, I pulled my rain jacket out of my day pack. My sunglasses fell out, smacking the cobblestones and snapping in two. I held the broken frames up, exclaiming, “Now I’ll have … Continue reading
Day 6: Bampton-On-Grange To Orton: 12 Miles We thread through the tombstones, past the stone shed, and ease our way between brown cows and a bull as big as an elephant grazing in the pasture. We are now “OFF MAP”. I’m … Continue reading