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My blog nick-name is SIR HUGH. I'm not from the aristocracy - my middle name is Hugh which relates to the list of 282 hills in Scotland compiled by Sir Hugh Munro in 1891. I climbed my last one (Sgurr Mor) on 28th June 2009


Thursday, 1 July 2010

Day 20 - Scalby to Whitby

I had left my iPhone Mili charger in the site office for charging overnight and the office did not open until 9.0am. My target destination needed to be Whitby because of lack of camp sites, and I had persuaded myself that a pub or B and B in Whitby would be th solution, but over twenty miles with a late 9.0am start would be a tall order.

In the morning I was up early and there was one of the staff in the toilet block and I asked him if he could get my charger so he did and I was able to get away by 8.0 am.

The first port of call wAs the village shop in Scalby for breakfast and provisions. From Scalby there is yet another old railway cycle/footpath. This gives fast walking but is monotonous. I followed it as far as Ravenscar. Ravenscar is the finish of The Lyke Wake Walk which I have done twice over fifty years ago, I think (when was it Tom?)

I had my bacon sandwich and jam and cream scone and a pot of tea at the famous tea rooms. I had very little recollection of this venue from my previous visits.

From here I went back onto the Cleveland Way through the strangely named Boggle Hole where there is a YHA hostel where I once stayed with my mother and brother on a cycling holiday circa 1953. Here I stopped at the cafe and had a quick drink, then onwards to Robin Hood's Bay. Here I joined the old railway track again and force marched myself the remaining miles into Whitby. This is a nostalgic town for me both from childhood holidays and later rather boozy visits with the same group of friends who I went climbing with during the Sixties.

On the last half mile I seemed to have stones in both boots which I neglected for too long and ended up sitting on a kerbside in the middle of Whitby taking off my boots and socks and applying Elastoplast.

After some searching I have ended up at what I believe is The well known Board Inn at the bottom of the steps leading up to The Abbey and the quick glance at the menu as I came in gave me the impression I am going to eat well tonight but at some expense this will only be my second non camping night and I have done over twenty miles today, but who do I have to justify this to and why do I have a guilty conscience?

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1 comment:

  1. go on - it's not your money - spend their inheritance!

    must have been in '68 or '69 - not quite 50 years, according to my maths