The final section of the Tabular Hills Way. Up hill and down dale. Too much road walking and a cold North East wind. Fish & Chips, the kindness of strangers, drastic action on the blister.
A day of pretty villages, sun-dappled holloways, yellow fields of oil-seed rape, garlic-scented woodland, bridges, bilberries and a bear.
Forest tracks, rolling open pasture, steep gravel paths, desolate open moorland and lush green, deep-sided valleys.
Packing my bags, up with the blackbird, over the Irish Sea, trains, buses and a sunny afternoon in Pickering. My home for the week and wondering what is to come.