Up the Topping and under the viaduct. From moors and scarps to suburbs and the sea. Sleeping in the Nineteenth Century.
Bleak moorland, a chill wind and never ending tracks. Ancient boundary stones and tumuli. Grouse with their chicks who don’t yet know about the Glorious Twelfth. Deep thought, a sad memorial, leaving a wish and enjoying a warm tomb.
A site of miracles, paved ways up and over switchback climbs, more moors and a night at the Wainstones.
A day of contrasts. Immense views, soft sheep pasture, shady forest tracks, unforgiving, sun-baked moorland, a punishing final climb and cool village alleyways.
First stage of the Cleveland Way, one of the oldest National Trails in England. A great abbey, endless views and sleeping under a white horse.
A hike-free day in Helmsley and some productive sketching. Good-bye to the Tabular Hills and Swan Cottage and hello to the Cleveland Way. Preparing for the second stage of my hike around the North Yorkshire Moors, and meeting an acquaintance.