Coast to Coast: Day 9 – Richmond to Ingleby Cross

(23rd March 2013 – 23 miles + 1 mile to Park House B&B)

As Radio 4 chatted away, I worked ruminatively and efficiently through a scrambled egg and smoked salmon breakfast, all the while staring out at yet more falling snow.  (Not for the last time).

I feared that after the grandeur of the Lakes and the Pennines, Day 9 would be a let down: little more than a dreary, utilitarian link between Richmond and the North York Moors.

Annoyingly, I wasn’t wrong.

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Today would be the longest stage of the twelve day trip and I did wonder whether it would be physically possible for me to cross 24 miles though fresh snowfall.  (Foolishly, I hadn’t packed any snow-shoes or skis).

Well, there was only one way to find out.

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Traipsing through the town, I noticed that the snow wasn’t quite deep enough to completely bury daffodils.  Why, it was almost spring-like.

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But as I crossed the Swale, I couldn’t have hoped for a more wintry scene.   (N.B.  I wasn’t hoping for a wintry scene).

Pat texted – he and Sue were having car problems and, waiting for a mechanic, he would be late setting off.  As this was such a long day and as I was carrying a far heavier sack than he was, I told him that I would set off, tortoise-like, and doubtless he would soon catch me up, hare-like.

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Before long I was plunging through woodland

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and clambering over fallen tree trunks blocking my path along the Swale.

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To be read with a Geordie accent

It was only a day or two later, I realised that the auto-focus on my camera wasn’t working properly (see above photo).  Allowing my Nikon to get soaked the previous day had been careless and stupid.  Though my camera would eventually right itself, several otherwise good shots were fuzzy or ruined.

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Within an hour it had stopped snowing and though it was still very cold,

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any worries I may have had of wading again through snow drifts faded away.

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It was near Brompton-on-Swale that I chatted to a dog-walker.  I’ve mentioned him before: he had walked the C2C the previous August and on every day, for almost two weeks, it had rained non-stop.  Heavily.  I commiserated whilst inwardly thanking my lucky stars.  It hadn’t rained during my walk since the morning of Day 2 and it wouldn’t do so again.  Though ‘my’ weather had been difficult and very challenging at times, I felt elated.  Nothing would have depressed me more than ceaseless rain.

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As I ventured out into the Vale of Mowbray, the snow thinned, then disappeared and gradually gave way

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to flood and mud.

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Mostly, the walking was fine.   I covered mile after mile across unremarkable countryside

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and after Bolton-on-Swale much of the walking was on metalled roads.

I am no fan of road-walking.  Who is?  But actually this was OK.  There was virtually no traffic and the quiet country lanes kept my feet off muddy, puddled paths and allowed me to shift up a gear.

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As I plodded along, I fantasized about what I might have for lunch.  Knowing that there would be a pub lunch opportunity today, I hadn’t bothered buying food in Richmond.  But what to order in the pub?  A huge steak and kidney pudding?  Or perhaps forget the kidney (and pudding) and simply have a huge steak?  Or a huge healthy salad or a huge plate of pasta?  Or both?  I was so hungry that even the thought of yet more pub chips set me drooling.  A huge burger with huge cheesecake afters?  The possibilities whirled through my head like the wheels on a fruit machine.

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I rubbed my hands (and belly) in wonderment at what The White Swan in Danby Wiske might have on offer.

As I rounded a bend and the pub swung into view, my stomach gurgled in anticipation.  After 14 miles I was very hungry indeed.  Managing not to trample anyone in my rush to the bar, I ordered a pint (first things first) and asked politely for the menu.

“We’re not doing food, I’m afraid,” replied the barman, “but there are these” he added hastily (alarmed as a look of blue-murder rolled across my normally placid face) and nodded at a plate of cellophane-wrapped rolls.

I thumped my head against the bar once, once more and asked nicely for two of the rolls and retreated, crestfallen to a table.  I was still grumbling to myself when Pat walked through the door fifteen minutes later.  But his friendly face and the excellent bitter did put me in a better (if still hungry) mood.

(Actually, and to be fair, I had misread my guide-book. It clearly stated that ‘The White Swan’ only provided evening meals).

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Pat trying to avoid wet feet

The hungry afternoon was a long 10-mile squelch across boggy ground, along muddy paths

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and past ugly, dispiriting farms.

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Fed up with this long tedious trudge into that bitter easterly, I eyed the Cleveland escarpment eagerly as it drew ever-so-slowly nearer.  I have twice walked the Cleveland Way (with which the C2C would walk hand-in-hand for several miles tomorrow) and I was looking forward to climbing up on high again and following a favourite trail.

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Looking back at the Vale of Mowbray – and good riddance

Finally, at about 5pm, and after almost 9 hours walking, Pat and I staggered up the final, long mile from Ingleby Cross to ‘Park House’ – our stop for the night and where Sue was waiting for us.

After a shower, I sprinted to the dining room and sat, knife and fork in hand, impatiently waiting for my dinner.  It was well worth the wait.  We were served a fabulous, hearty stew and dumplings followed by an Eton mess that had me purring and scraping my plate until I was told to stop.

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It was a shame then that my room out in an annexe was achingly cold.  When I returned to it after dinner the heating was off and I had to don several layers before edging between icy sheets.  (When Julia Bradbury walked the C2C for the BBC she stayed in this very room.  I hope, unlike me, she had the foresight to pack a hot water bottle).

Thankfully,  I was so tired that even my chattering teeth couldn’t keep me awake and soon, still shivering, I was fast asleep.

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4 thoughts on “Coast to Coast: Day 9 – Richmond to Ingleby Cross

  1. Ohhhh, the heartbreak of a missed lunch. After 14 miles it’s a wonder you didn’t eat the table. (Properly cooked, of course, if a little on the rare side.) Are you going to finish up this tale before you start your next hiking trip? Not that I mean to nag!

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    • Fair point, politely made Stacy. (And not at all naggy). This is taking a while isn’t it? I really, really want to finish this account now – especially as I’m off on my next jaunt on March 10th. I’ll try and get it all done by then, at least. Dave

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