Whitby to Runswick Bay - Brisk and Breezy

A windy, muddy, cold and damp walk along the coast from Whitby to Runswick  Bay.  We chose this walk today mainly because it was one of the only places in the North that was forecast to be dry and it rung true apart from a very short shower, well more of a thick mist really but it was precipitous all the same.

We arrived in Whitby and parked up at the harbour, changed into walking boots and headed out towards the harbour wall and left and then down onto the beach.

The first part of the walk took us along the sand towards Sandsend.  It was bracing to say the least but pleasant enough.  Dogs yapping broke the sound of the waves crashing into shore and we could see a few surfers out on the swell who were brave chaps indeed but the waves were big enough that they had a surf or two whilst we walked by.

At Sandsend we climbed the steps up onto the harbour wall and walked inland slightly to cross the bridge and then followed the coast around the headland. 

We were following the Cleveland way and soon we were on a path that was thick with mud and very much on our own.  Not another soul around and we had to quicken our step as it was getting later in the afternoon and walking through all this mud was hard going.

Around a couple more headlands and Runswick Bay came into view.  We made our way down the wooden steps towards the beach but got a surprise when the path had been completely washed away and a temporary bridge put in place but still it was tricky going as everything was slippy and one false step could mean we landed in the sandy gushing water.  Yuk!

Down onto the beach we were met with what we thought would be our last challenge of the day and that was the fact that the tide was coming in and we had to get over the rocks towards Runswick Bay before that happened and we'd be cut off.  Moving as fast as we could we literally just made it before the tide made its way fully on shore.  There was a family along the shore behind us and I'm not sure they made it back to Runswick without a bit of a paddle.  The sky was pink with the setting of the sun that made for spectacular views.  Stunning.

It was 4pm and we were happy at the thought of catching the 4.10pm bus back to Whitby.  On asking a kind lady in a car where the bus stop was she said oh its at the top of this hill, I'll take you up and instead of dropping us there she took us along to the next one convinced that the 4.10 bus still had to arrive.....WRONG!.... After checking in the local pub at 4.30pm they told me that that only time that the bus was on time was at the beginning of its journey, the rest of the time it was a bit hit or miss.  So we waited, in the cold, dancing on the spot, willing the bus to come round the corner.  Too muddy to go into the pub and anyway what if we'd missed the bus.

Finally about 5.15pm  a bus arrived and whisked us back to Whitby where after a quick change in the car we headed to Threshers for a slap up fish supper and several pots of tea.

 A smashing end to a fab day out.

Dreich & Drookit Old Man

The first walk of 2016 and the first walk since October 2015 - Shocking!, blooming weather!! (but sparing a thought for all the poor folks of Cumbria who's homes, belongings and lives were destroyed).

We were resigned to go whatever the weather and although showers were forecast we didn't care, we needed to get out, we needed to get up a mountain come rain, hail, wind or snow, we were going and go we did!

The drive over to Coniston was uneventful and we only had 1 large puddle in the road to deal with and although the sky was grey and not very interesting it was dry which was a blessing.   Parked up and boots on we ventured out on the path and only then did the first drops of rain start to fall.  It wasnt heavy at first but enough to pack cameras away and tighten hoods on our jackets.

Before long it was heavier and seemingly relentless and by the time we reached the small tarn the cloud base had lowered and we couldnt even see into the middle of the tarn.

Up the last rocky steps to the summit where the large cairn stood it was evident that the weather wasnt going to get any better and the showers that were forecast had all ganged up together to just rain and rain and rain.  The wind on top was blustery and whilst not quite strong enough to blow you off your feet the order of the day now was heads down and keep moving forward.

Over to Brim Fell was next on the list and then we doubled back and took the left hand turn down the path that would lead us over to Dow Crag.

By the time we'd reached Dow Crag the conditions weren't good at all and the light of the day was diminishing. It was cold, I was wet, shivvery and a little bit whingy to say the least (some would say what's new!!!)

The path downwards was thankfully a great path, wide and free from larger rocks and the walking was good.  It wasnt long before we just about won the race with clock and arrived back at the car before darkness set in for the night.  Heaters on full blast, legs weary, clothes and hair damp, rucksacs tossed in the boot we headed for home.

A grand but very tiring day out!

Last walk of 2015 and its November - darn weather !!!

After a completely gorgeous autumnal day never did we think that this would be the last walk of 2015.  The rain and winds and more rain to follow couldn't have been predicted but what a walk to go out on.  Beautiful light, T-shirt weather and a local and familiar walk that is always full of surprises.  Today the surprise was colour, an abundance of colour everywhere and just gorgeous.

Leaf!

 Along the river, stunning!

 A little twisted?

 Bathed in light

 Sun peeping through the streams of light, beautiful

 Babbling

 The OP

Golden Saunter!

150 Nethermost and friends

A great wander up Nethermost Pike, Dollywagon Pike, Seatsandal with a pop over to Helvellyn just because it was there.  We were treated to the most spectacular views over striding edge and had we not had an alternative agenda today I'd have been tempted to nip down and back but it was not to be and even by the time we got to Seatsandal I was done in and with the weather closing in I wasn't even sure I'd go up but rather take the path to the right through the valley but I did and with a great deal of huffing and puffing we were up and down in no time.  Great day, great views and great light !

Looking back to Steel Fell

 Looking down to Thirlmere

 Dollywagon or Nethermost Pike summit (cant remember which oops!)

 My 150th Wainwright - Hurrah!

 The path up - always behind !

 Dark Striding Edge

 On route to Seatsandal

 Seatsandal Summit

Castle Crag & Great Crag with a scone inbetween

Great post holiday walk up Castle Crag and Great Crag with time for a scone and tea in between.  Good little walk with some fabulous views and not too strenuous at all.  The light was pretty kind to us today and we got a fair few decent snaps!

On our way

The path up to Castle Crag - its Shaley!

Fern?

Stepping stones

Stepping stones

The view along the path towards more adventures for another day.

Slate sculptures and a soft green valley!

From the path to Castle Crag

Along a really pleasant path towards the base of Great Crag

From the path of Great Crag - no sign of the Vulcan!

Haycock, Cawfell, Sunshine....say Cheese !

 The weatherman said it the outlook was fair and with no rain forecast we saw a few hills in our weekend.  A quick call to Churchstile campsite and Friday after work we were off.  Car packed with the most basic camping equipment.  Tent, chairs, blow up bed, duvet, pillows, kettle, tea and coffee.  What else did we need?

Arriving at Churchstile in the dark wasn't on the cards but after a later finish at work than planned an a shop stop at  Kirkby Lonsdale it was around 9pm when we finally rolled up.   Could we get pitched in the dark and more importantly could we make it to the pub for last orders?  Both were managed very successfully and we had time for not 1 not 2 but 3 little drinkies......uh oh, we're walking tomorrow !!!!

Up and out by 10am the following morning Haycock and Cawfell were our targets for the day.  These 2 were a couple of Wainwrights left in the area unticked so we'd put that right today.  A short driver down Wastwater and we found a little parking spot right next to where the path started up the first part of the hill.

It was warm and as we wandered up the path next to the little stream fleeces came off.

There were some gorgeous little waterfalls trickling down on the way up and since we'd all day we took the time to stop and get up close to see if we could capture the beautiful light that covered the hillside.  It really was turning out to be a super day.

Onwards and upwards through the valley, gaining height all the time with Middle fell to our left and soon behind us and Seatallan coming proudly into view.

Scafell behind us in the other direction and then Scafell Pike poking its head out it really was a day for the loveliest of views only marred slightly by the occasional jet that streaked overhead.

After the final slog up to the left hand side with the now chilly wind blowing in from the sea, the summit of Haycock came into view with its nice little shelter over the wall.

We didn't stop here for the moment but continued onto Cawfell and since today's route was a linear route we'd be back on Haycock later.

Down off the fell and over to Haycock was a pleasant walk.  Almost plateau-like however if you weren't aware of where the summit lay then you'd miss it as for little short people (like me)seeing the beautifully constructed cairn to mark the summit behind a high stone wall was a tough ask.   Thankfully I was in the company of a taller person.....a map & GPS so all was well!

Over the wall the wind blew hard from the North and I quickly darted back over the other side to get a bit of shelter in the walk back up to Haycock.   The sun was still bright in the sky and the light was starting to change as the afternoon took its grip.  Shadows were more defined and that distant haze started to appear.

We were on our way back down after a quick snack stop at the shelter on Haycock.  We'd timed ourselves and ideally wanted to get down in 3 hrs so we could get some ice cream at the campsite shop.  That was our motivation and we moved forward and downwards at the fastest pace possible which in my case wasn't that fast but I was moving (ouchie knees today!)

The initial steep bit was over and we were awarded with some stunning views as we moved down through the valley.  The late afternoon light was just beautiful bathing everything around in a warmish glow.

Almost down and the fantastic purple heather on the screes at Wastwater caught my eye and was a welcome site as we neared the end of our walk.

Back to the car almost 3 hrs since we'd stepped off the top the next stop was the ice cream shop where we sat in the sun, ate the most delicious ice cream and reflected on a great walk.