Today we traversed along the west side of the Hambleton Hills, but a good climb right out of the gate. Last night we stayed in a hotel and there was no restaurant anywhere close, so we ordered Indian take out and had it delivered, then we dined on the room floor. Garlic Naan bread had more garlic than a nun has habits.
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| Fine dining |
We met this Indian chap in the hotel bar called Raj, he was from London and doing some window replacement work at the Sutton Bank tourist center, REALLY I said. We start from there in the morning, so the kind chapped who was drinking scotch like there was about to be a shortage, offered us a ride on his way to work. Great start to the day.
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| The Drovers Road |
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| Hiking along the crest of the Hambleton Hills |
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| The view over Gormire Lake |
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| The location of the old travelers rest |
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| Another damned gate I heard her mutter |
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| Looking out over the Rye Valley |
A great day to hike, little chill in the air, slight overcast, and a slow breeze
a big part of today was on the Hambleton Drove road, the route used historically by the Scotts, driving their cattle to the English markets during the 18th and 19th centuries.
The scenery today was spectacular, following the road along the cliff tops, stopping here and there for a snack as there was only one place today where you could grab a tea and biscuit.
We arrived at High Paradise Farm ready to rest, of course it was closed, and we had 9 miles to go before we had any other option. We had dropped our water bottle somewhere on the way and lost it ( wasn’t meeeeee). So Marybeth got creative and half filled a ziplock bag with water, from a campground shower hose, so we would have some hydration in the next 9 miles. Well, this is more weight to carry, but where to put that she said, “ oh I know” she also said, and it ended up in my back pack.
The York Moors are the largest Moors in England, and it’s hard to describe the feeling of tranquility as you quietly walk through the Heather and scrub for mile after mile.
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| The odd guardian of the path, it’s a good life |
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| The miles and miles of Heather on the Moors |
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| Hambleton End reservoir and the night stop of Osmotherly in the distance |
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a break just before the long descent out of the moors
The way down proved to be a bit of a challenge, as it was rocky and our feet hadn’t quite got used to the mileage yet.
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| Who’s the dork in the dunce cap I heard the sheep say |
The walk into town was great, a few water crossings,
and once again, pheasants everywhere.
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| Pheasants everywhere |
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| Pretty birds |
I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many in one place before, and not too worried about us walking through either.
This is a pretty village, and as we walked in, the first sign I saw said “ pub”. Well!!!!!!
This is our bed for tonight, but we had to eat like,,,, right now
It was a fun but long day without any places to grab a bite and go
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| Osmotherly |
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| Our night stop |
Tomorrow is a concern as we can’t find a place to stay, but we will worry about that tomorrow
Just popped in the the Golden Lion over the street, Guinness tastes the same as over here
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