Storm Jorge blew all night- the gusts being particularly scary as the caravan rocked and shook violently. We didn’t get to sleep until gone 2am. Not sure if the wind dropped a little after that or we were just so tired.
We woke at 7.30 - the wind was still strong but not gusting as much. It remained windy all day but it did get better as the day progressed. No rain today, in fact the sun was out most of the time.
Kim cooked me one of the Whitby smoked kippers for breakfast - I have to say it was darn good - a lovely smokey flavour and not too fishy.
The plan was always to walk the other way along the Cinder Track (the old Scarborough to Whitby railway line) towards Robin Hoods Bay. We weren’t going to let Storm Jorge changes our plans so we got ready and were out of Brunnehilda’s door at noon.
We arrived at Robin Hoods Bay at about 1.15pm. It really was a lovely walk - for most of the time we walked about 100 yds above / back from the coastal path - the views were stunning.
When we went through the old cuttings we lost the views but gained some welcome rest-bite from the wind. It’s a funny thing about walking on old railway tracks, whichever way you are going it seems to look like you're going up hill??
Robin Hoods Bay is a lovely wee place. Just one street really with lots of old cottages rising up either side - clinging to the cliffs and interspersed with wee alley ways.
We had coffee / lunch at The Cove which was housed in a converted old chapel - with magnificent views out to sea. This time Kim choose well (Hummus sandwich and a very snazzy cappuccino) and mine was not so good (a very dry cheese scone).
We walked back through the Main Street onto the beach. The tide was fully out and all the big stones made it look more like the surface of the moon than a beach. It turns out that Robin Hoods Bay is the finishing (or starting?!) point of the Coast to Coast long distance walk.
The walk back up the road to the top was a long / hard one. We grabbed a takeaway cup of coffee and headed for the coastal path (called The Clevedon Way) where we found a lovely spot overlooking the sea where we watched the tide come in as the afternoon sun started to get lower in the sky.
We walked along the coastal path for a bit and then climbed up onto the Cinder Track for the rest of the walk home. It took us a lot longer to get home - over 2 hours! As always, Brunnehilda was a very welcome site - The Waltons, a cup of tea and pigging out on snacks was our reward for all that exercise!
By the time we’d finished eating rubbish we were too full for tea! More DVDs and then Kim thrashed me again - this time at Canasta. I’m beginning to wonder if this is more than just luck? She seems to know what she’s doing?!
It’s sooo quiet - no storm Jorge and no shaking caravan. Gunna sleep well tonight!
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