Scarborough to Filey
Today was the first day back on this leg of the walk, which takes me from Scarborough in Yorkshire to King's Lynn in Norfolk. I have a new pair of walking boots (my fifth pair I think) and supplied by Scarpa at a reduced price in support of my walk so many thanks to them. The weather has been sunny and quite warm and very little breeze. Within yards of setting off I received my first donation. A good start. Over £58,000 raised for the Charity so far, and another £42,000 to go.
I rejoined the Cleveland Way which hugs the cliffs along this stretch of the coast. But after only a couple of miles I was diverted away from the path inland along a road due to maintenance work on the cliff path. A mile and a half later I rejoined the path, descending down a steep valley through pools of sunlight. Lovely. The path runs along some very high cliffs, many hundreds of feet high, and landslips seem to be very common here. A large caravan park I passed is now only a matter of metres from disappearing over the edge. At least that's how it appears to me. They'll probably be there in 100 years time, albeit a little bit rusty! I had my sandwiches overlooking Cayton Bay and marvelled at the fulmars as they glided past me only a couple of metres away, checking their nesting site just below me. I walked to the tip of Filey Brigg and had a quick chat with a fisherman who told me that in his opinion the mackerel shoals had disappeared from the local coastline due to commercial overfishing, before retracing my steps and heading down into Filey, which is a lovely place. More tomorrow!
Today was the first day back on this leg of the walk, which takes me from Scarborough in Yorkshire to King's Lynn in Norfolk. I have a new pair of walking boots (my fifth pair I think) and supplied by Scarpa at a reduced price in support of my walk so many thanks to them. The weather has been sunny and quite warm and very little breeze. Within yards of setting off I received my first donation. A good start. Over £58,000 raised for the Charity so far, and another £42,000 to go.
I rejoined the Cleveland Way which hugs the cliffs along this stretch of the coast. But after only a couple of miles I was diverted away from the path inland along a road due to maintenance work on the cliff path. A mile and a half later I rejoined the path, descending down a steep valley through pools of sunlight. Lovely. The path runs along some very high cliffs, many hundreds of feet high, and landslips seem to be very common here. A large caravan park I passed is now only a matter of metres from disappearing over the edge. At least that's how it appears to me. They'll probably be there in 100 years time, albeit a little bit rusty! I had my sandwiches overlooking Cayton Bay and marvelled at the fulmars as they glided past me only a couple of metres away, checking their nesting site just below me. I walked to the tip of Filey Brigg and had a quick chat with a fisherman who told me that in his opinion the mackerel shoals had disappeared from the local coastline due to commercial overfishing, before retracing my steps and heading down into Filey, which is a lovely place. More tomorrow!