But first two more items from yesterday.
I heard someone use "snicket" in a sentence, as in "turn left and go through the snicket." That is one wonderful word.
As I was leaving the nature preserve, I encountered a long line of people filing in. We got to chatting and someone asked me if I was doing the Coast to Coast.
"Yes, I am," replied I.
"Oh, one of our members just finished. Ray." "Right, Ray," said another.
"Ray? Ray Croft," I asked?
"Yes, that is the one."
"I know him!"
"Oh you are the lady he was talking about!"
"He helped me out along the section to Patterdale!" And here he is after we had our tea:
This morning I had a moment of panic. Left the farm, turned on GyPSy, and there was nothing but a black screen with the word Garmin showing. No search for satellites, nothing. I pressed every button, turned it off, turned it on, changed the batteries even though I had changed them last night. It had to happen today, the day I was on my own! As soon as I moved away from the big tree under which I was standing, she started to gear up! Phew!
I was glad that I walked through the first section yesterday because in the early morning it has a kind of you-are-in-a German-forest kind of feel, if you know what I mean.
This is what stepping stones look like when they are not under four feet of water:
Note that you can actually use them, as opposed to these, from one of the horrible rainy days, when you could not:
Yes, that is I, and that was one of the easier crossings that day.
There was a bit of tricky navigating through some boggy moor land, but I made only one tiny mistake. Yeay, me!!
Here is a shot of the North Sea. Since it was almost high tide, it looks a lot less dramatic than it would at low tide:
Can you see the gulls bobbing about?
You know who this is? It is Wilbur's cousin. He is the you-know-what of the family. He does not do the happy dance, and he did not get a special bell from his maaaa-maaaaaa. Hmmm, maybe that is why he does not do the happy dance.
Would you believe the mother-daughter "outfits" here?
No flags were flying when I arrived in Robin Hood's Bay, so I checked into my B and B and happily changed my boots for shoes, which I had carried with me, knowing that the suitcase would not arrive until late.
The bathroom is---well, see for yourself. Here is a picture called Socks In A Sink With Running Water:
Robin Hood's Bay is a cute town:
Some of its citizens are pranksters, though:
Most people celebrate the finish of the walk with a beer. This was my treat:
It was good to the last drop:
The young girls who worked in the shop thought I was a complete nut case taking pictures of the latte, but Alex A said that people like pictures of food!
Wouldn't it be awful to crash into these rocks?
Apparently, it was not so uncommon. If you have a minute, and if the plaque is legible, read this account of a rescue:
The tide being at its height, I could not pick up the obligatory pebble, but here is NZ 95348 04847, the official end:
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Location:Robin Hood's Bay
Glad you figured out how to post photos. FWIW, AA is right.
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