Scarborough - A long walk

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We awoke to another lovely day in paradise. After conversations with Wooly, Ian decided he would love to walk a bit of the Cleveland way, up as far as Hayden Wyke. 12 miles is a bit much for me in my dotage, so I agreed on a taxi there and walk back. The day before I had been bitten, so today I doused myself in sun cream, then oats so simple, then 100% non earth saving DEET. Take that flies.

We had booked a taxi via the Nippy Taxi app, so walked down to reception for the alloted 12.30 pick up. Bang on Nippy arrived. A very nice Leeds United fan (oxymoron I know) who is off to Dublin for a friendly vs AC Milan next week. We are playing Accrington Stanley!

He dropped us off at the Hayden Wyke Inn where we intended to get some lunch. It was absolutely heaving. It is in a lovely spot, by the sea and on the cinder path cycle track from Scarborough to Whitby. We decided on the carvery then sat outside in the sun. 


Sunday carvery in the sun

After a bit of chilling we set off to walk back to the site. It was heaven. It took an age as we were stopped by the view incessantly. Also a few ups and downs. We met very few people. A guy taking photos of birds listening to the cricket. A couple birdwatching on a bench. Two scallys who wanted to know the way to Whitby. (Straight on 18 miles!). We saw skylarks aplenty, a few kestrels hovering over the sea, many butterflies, and a slow worm (I had just been reading about them). 



Top and bottom of Hayden Wyke waterfall







The Cleveland Way



A Kestrel and a slow worm




Half way in a felt pain on my hand. A horsefly. Little bugger! It went for my Achilles heel, as you always wash your hands don’t you? As I write my left hand looks like King Charles’s. 

We got back about 5.30, both with aching feet but having really enjoyed the walk. I showered then rustled up a ham sandwich leaving minimal washing up. 

We had a good chat with the Newcastle fan next door, ie Ian learned his life story almost from birth. A bus driver who’s father in laws ashes are scattered by a bench above the spa is the precis. Sadly, a slight chill in the air forced us indoors where we watched Glastonbury, mainly to say ‘well this is rubbish’. In fact we enjoyed Sir Rod the most! Early doors I retired, leaving Ian to watch Olivia Rodrigo alone.




Musings

The motorhome community is great. You can keep yourself to yourself but there is always someone to chat to if you want.

I wouldn’t mind walking the whole Cleveland way, in bits.

It was exciting seeing the slow worm.









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