This lovely lady is St Bega. She looks like she’s weeping bird poop. But there or thereabouts marks the start of the Coast to Coast. It’s nearly 200 miles of walking through the Lake District, Yorkshire Dales and the Yorkshire Moors. The prospect of this walk has seen me through a deep dark dank dirty winter. And now we are here. In a seaside guest house which has seen better days but which provided a welcome. Unlike the pub up the road which didn’t. The service was ‘slack’ – our landlady’s word. And apt.
A little taster of the amenities: loos like this used to terrify me as a child. But I’m a big girl now and I can go on my own.
I know you like seeing my stuff so here it is. Travel light. It’s the only way.
A pint of Peroni and a takeout pizza for dinner last night and the promise of bacon and mushrooms this morning set us up for the day’s exertions. 15 miles and a bit of a hill. There’s a guy here running a 36mile race today. Respect. I’ll watch what he eats at breakfast and learn some.
So it’s off round this headland and into the hills. Can’t wait.