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Day Eleven
Day 11 - 18th August 2006

Clay Bank Top to Glaisdale (18 miles)

End of Day 11: August 18, 3.30pm. The Arncliffe Arms, Glaisdale.

Yesterday's accommodation, The Wain Stones Hotel was a bit too corporate for us on this trip. We've preferred the guest houses or small hotels/inns. Everything worked and our stay was fine enough, just completely soulless. It's company policy that there should be no wow factor here. Mind you, the gloves come off when back in the corporate world. I insisted on looking at three rooms - dull, duller, dullest - before I chose the one I disliked least. As usual, I chose wrong. The hotel handyman seemed to have his workshop below our room; much whistling and hammering from 6.30am. A useful pre-alarm call, I guess, and an opportunity for William to show what he's capable of sleeping through.

I told William he could write today's blog.

WHAT....there's nothing to write about....it's rained all day, we've been soaked all day, it's been foggy all day, we've not been able to see more than a few feet in front of us all day, and we've just walked all day.

Thanks William, that just about sums it up. He did add, though, that it was a bit like the film American Werewolf in London where the two guys are walking across the Moors. "Be sure and stick to the paths, lads," they are warned by the old timers in the village. Alas, they don't and you can guess the rest.

This is the first day we've had bad weather throughout. I've previously walked much of today's route; I've felt sorry for some others who have never before been in these parts and were looking forward to seeing the Moors. We did get the occasional glimpse of the Moors when the fog cleared, when we were on the disused railway track on the approach to Blakey Ridge. But that was about it.



The old timer in Glaisdale said to us with understated Yorkshire 'not much of a day is it' . Old timers ain't what they used to be are they; what happened to the dramatic 'be sure and stick to the paths lads'. Its been that sort of day.

We started at 9am and just kept walking until we'd finished the stage; 3pm.

We've come across old friends, which has entertained us. Well Meaning Git informed me that my new GPS (you'll recall, still in its packaging in my bag) would be just about useless unless I purchased the expensive software that he's installed on his. I thanked him for that. The Wombles were about again. We happened upon them at Bloworth Crossing, they had four path options to choose from (if you count back, which, as you know, is an option they've had to use a fair bit); as we approached did I hear them say "eeenie meenie miney mo"? Through it all, they just keep smiling. Mr Snoozy and Mr Snorey have turned up at our B&B; once again, we've not seen them do any walking.

You can sense a bit of de-mob happiness amongst those due to complete the C2C tomorrow; almost there. They now know that, barring accidents, they are going to make it to Robin Hood's Bay. I guess that's how we also feel. William is certainly ready to get back home; I think this is the longest he's ever been away. It's clearly on his mind. Yesterday, from nowhere, we had: "It's going to be really embarrassing when we see mum at Robin Hood's Bay, she's going to be waving and be...like...all over me." Roughly translated this means "I can't wait to see mum". That's as articulate as it's got, though. I asked what he's most looking forward to back home; no reflection required, just an unequivocal "dunno."

We get to rid ourselves of these pebbles tomorrow, but a lot of mileage to get through first.
 

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