Thursday, April 21, 2011
My journey is over, but by making it, £1620 has so far been sent to the Outward Bound Trust. And its all thanks to you. The journey for some other young people can now begin! And what a journey awaits them . . . .
Thank you all.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Well I made it! The last few miles were foggy so I actually didn't see any sea until I was just a few feet from it in Robin Hood's Bay. But I'm all done and finished safely. And what a truly magnificent two weeks! Hardly any rain, just day after day of sunshine. Surroundings to stop you in your tracks as the tranquil, timelessness beauty of what is in front of you etches itself into a corner of your soul. A couple of the most peaceful, happy weeks of my life. Seriously!
I dipped my boots in the sea and after some self-debate lobbed my pebbles, carried for so far in my jacket pocket, into the sea. They can churn away there for eternity and their secret can slowly turn to sand and be lost. I know they are there. I will remember.
I have climbed mountains folded up from rock formed of the bodies of billions of tiny creatures that swam in ancient seas. I have splashed in sunlight through streams that just days before blew through cloudy skies and fell as rain. I have wandered in woodland alive with spring growth and sunk into bogs holding the decaying remnants of endless plants that grew and faded. I have seen lambs so new they could barely stand and have watched them die alone and bewildered days later. I have touched the deserted ruins of mines that were once alive with commerce and industry. I have walked high cliffs offering refuge to calling gulls but that in a short decade or two will be tumbled rock on the beach.
Nothing I have seen along the way was permanent yet everything is forever. And that was the interconnected, everlasting joy of it all.
Today was a very varied day with initial very steep road walking out of Grosmont through fields and up into the open moor. Then across the moors and down into Littlebeck, departing through it's magical ravine and cascading stream filled woods. Climbing back up to Sneaton Low Moor and on to the quite boggy moorland near the Graystone Hills to the west of the Robin Hood's Bay road. Some track, lane then road walking through Hawsker before arriving at a fog bank shrouding the cliffs to the north or Robin Hood's Bay. A cliff walk in the fog to arrive at the quaint and picturesque village of Robin Hood's Bay.
So today sees moorland, woodland, waterfalls (probably watertrickles!) and a high level coast cliff walk. And if I'm not mistaken, a beer, or two !
So for one last time. Onward!