Day 13. Glaisdale Grosmont & Goathland

Day 13.  Went to bed last night with a scratchy throat.  David's cold had made its way to Jim and I was not volunteering to be the next recipient.  In the morning, the scratchy throat's still there.   I am not to be deterred.

We left from Blakeley Ridge and trooped single file along the road, stopping to photograph the stone markers that denote the boundaries... no more stone walls.  Some of these markers have names -- "Old Marjorie" and "Fat Betty" were on this morning's route.  We took a group photo at the last cairn we'll see on the C2C; it was our high point as well.

The wind had come up and much like the first days of our journey, it was our companion for most of the day.  Clear, sunny skies.  No sheep in distress although Ben spied two stoats cavorting in the heather.

Having left the moors, we walked through quaint villages as well as a lovely wood outside of Glaisdale where centuries old stones had been laid as the foot path.  They were well-worn and are now concave.  The stories they could tell!  One of the day's high points.

Arriving in Grosmont (the "s" is silent), we went to the train station where several old coal-fed, steam trains operate as locals.  The air was thick and smokey.  We hopped on board and rode the train to Goathland where we are staying tonight.  As we were riding along, David pointed out that one could hear the train making that "chug-a-chug-a" sound.

Although tomorrow will be our last day, it won't be a walk in the park!   We have 16+ miles to go before reaching Robin Hood's Bay with 1700 feet of elevation.  Bogs along with a couple of steep descents are ahead.  We're nearly there!