17th June 2010 Hutton-le-Hole to Rosedale Abbey.
John, Paul, Chris, Craggsy, Ray, Jack Rhoades, Sherlock & Bob.
Under sunny skies it was uphill from the off as we made for Hutton Ridge. The morning passed without any incidents of note apart from meeting a couple of wizened walkers in Thorgill. They seemed to be as crazy as we were so we obviously got on well straight away.
Our lunchtime pub stop was planned to be the White Horse Inn at the foot of Chimney Bank but prior to our days walking we’d discovered it had closed down (yet again). Fortunately a new pub had opened in Rosedale Abbey, the Coach House Inn, so we gave it a try. The surly bar staff seemed to be in training for the miserable buggers of the year award and they certainly got our vote. We sat outside in the sunshine ignoring the sour atmosphere within whilst making plans for our big event in two weeks time, the Lyke Wake Walk.
Sherlock had earlier allowed Paul to take charge of his new SatNav and after some basic instruction he’d suddenly become SatNav expert par excellence. By the time we’d climbed the lower reaches of Chimney Bank, well as far as the White Horse Inn, Paul, brimming with SatNav confidence, decided to try and find the usually elusive track over Spaunton Moor. And find it he did despite stumbling through bog and heather. Next time we’ll stick to the O.S. map.
Back at Hutton-le-Hole we got changed out of our sweat stained walking attire and whilst noting a partially undressed Craggsy in deep conversation with a passing female. With much amusement we watched from afar as we wondered how he would negotiate the removal of his trousers without causing undue alarm and distress to his new found friend. At his third attempt, and in one swift movement, he managed to whip off his walking trousers and pull the replacement pair on. His startled new friend must have thought that was the quickest eclipse she’d ever observed.
21st June 1995 B1416 Ruswarp Road to Robin Hood’s Bay
Paul, Ray, Barry, Chris & Jacko
Back in the day this was a tried and tested F.A.C. walk which we’d done many times. Jacko reports that decadence crept in at RHB as fish & chips plus ice cream was devoured, a tradition that still stands to this day. The Laurel was our pub of choice in Robin Hood’s Bay back then and with the place heaving with tourist’s we fully expected the pub to be packed out. In the event it was surprisingly empty which may go some way to explain why it no longer opens on mid week lunchtime’s.
Our afternoon route took us along the beach to Boggle Hole. The cliff juts out towards the sea at this point which Jacko had named “Dead Man’s Corner”. On quite a few occasions we’d reach this point and the tide would be in. This meant we’d have to negotiate the base of the cliff with the water lapping around our ankles whilst we clung onto the lose rock for grim death. Fortunately today the tide was out so the challenge of defying a watery grave was denied us.
19th June 1975 Snowden via Crib Goch.
Bob, Jacko, Jim Cranwell & Chris.
A two day walking expedition in Wales that didn’t quite go as planned. Leaving Hull at 3 a.m. and arriving at Pen Y Pass by 8.40 our party was greeted with low mist and torrential rain which hardly eased for the two days they were in Wales. The objective was climbing Snowden but the attempt was abandoned after less than a mile. The most walking our party did was between pubs in Llanberis so they got just as wet inside as out.
Bob reports that their overnight accommodation was rubbish, the meagre food served up was rotten and so was the old git of a landlady. She even gave Bob a telling off for leaving his jacket in the lounge. Obviously a hanging offence in Wales.