Motorhome Madness with the Walters

 Sadly we had come to the final day of our Northumbrian odyssey. Also sadly, it was chucking it down when we woke up. I dodged the drops to take Misty down the lane, and to visit the local butchers. It is a local shop for local people! I did manage to acquire the makings of bacon butties though. We chilled, ate bacon, and did some Richard Osman quizzes, while the rain poured down. But then, around noon, it stopped, so we decided to risk the walk to Runswick bay. We headed for Port Mulgrave once again but turned right this time along the Cleveland Way. From this direction we could see all the tin huts in the bottom of the bay. Looking back toward Port Mulgrave It wasn’t raining, but it was pretty windy up on those cliff tops. Definitely hat weather! There were also some stunning views, with the sea a lot choppier than yesterday. We ploughed on until Ian spotted a problem in the distance. Yes you guessed it! Tricky However, we needn’t have worried. Misty Mark 2, or adventure dog as w...

 Our plan for today was a walk into the little fishing village of Staithes, somewhere else I have never been. The temperature had dropped a little but it was dry when we left Serenity camping to head for the coast path, part of the Cleveland way. We joined it at Port Mulgrave where you used to be able to see old dockers huts. Alas, the path is no longer passable and we saw nothing. Never mind, the walk along the coast was amazing! Looking back to Port Mulgrave A sea view bench Ian and Misty on Old Nab Wistful Misty Staithes from the coast path We dropped down into Staithes and had a walk around the tiny harbour. Misty showed her iron will as we walked onto the harbour wall through a huge party of walkers eating their lunch! What a dog.  Staithes harbour wall By the time we had explored we were obviously hungry so had toasties outside Dotties Cafe, along with a vicious dachshund who snarled at anything that moved. Misty was a good dog. But she had found a foot long rawhide chew...

 Today we were moving on to North Yorkshire. Our final morning at Dunstan Hill was another bright one. We have loved this camp site, with its easy access to the sea, the coastal path, and the bus stop. We would definitely return in the future. We breakfasted on porridge, before beginning the pack up. Just before 12 noon we rolled out on our way to ‘The South.’  We waved at Kathy and Einar as we passed Newcastle, and at the White Water camp site as we passed Middlesbrough. Around Redcar we started feeling peckish, and with no other suitable stopping point to be found we decided on a detour to Saltburn. I have never in my whole life been to Saltburn before, but I’m glad I visited. The way in is a bit tricky in a Motorhome with a couple of real hairpin bends. One was made even trickier by an idiot parked in the turning point, and a bus coming the other way. Of course Ian was unflappable and executed the manoeuvre with ease, while glaring and shaking his head at the fool.  Do...