I woke up to the most stunning day. Blue sky and no wind. I set off along the Cleveland Way, running right next to spectacular cliffs which were hundreds of feet high, and riddled with landslides. I passed through Skinningrove and descended, open-mouthed into Staithes. I recognised it from photos and TV programmes. What a stunning village, set in a steep valley with a small harbour. Then onto Runswick Sands. The Cleveland Way signpost sent me down a very steep lane to the shore at the bottom as the route of the path was along the beach. The tide was at its highest point. I stood and watched as a group of three walkers, who had been caught out by the tide and waves, staggered onto the rocks where I was standing. They were soaked to the skin. I decided to save myself a waist-height wade and returned up the very steep hill and followed a disused rail track in a circuitous arc to my B&B in Sandsend. I had the most delicious dinner at Estbeck House restaurant.