The weather wasn't too good, frequent showers which became more persistant as the day went on, however my new jacket was doing it's job and kept me dry. I set off and this is the first view I saw as I turned a corner behind the old rectory, and left the village behind.
I walked along the top of a wood which fell very steeply down on my right hand side. The path started off very muddy and continued like this for a long time. Soon I was scrambling down through the scrub, being attacked by spikey bushes on all sides. The path continued to descend very steeply as I struggled to remain upright. At the bottom I came over this stile.
Eventually I came to a farm next to the railway line. The path I wanted to take through a field was completely impassable, it was waterlogged. Time for a drink and a quick bite to eat, next to this water wheel. All of a sudden I heard the distinct toot toot of a train approaching, I didn't think there were any running this early in the season. I looked up and saw a steam train, wow, got to get a picture of this. In my haste to get my camera out of my pocket and get a good position, I managed to trip over the towing hitch of a small trailer which laid on the ground. A split second later I was sprawled out on the grass with my face in the mud. I don't mind if you laugh, because I did. I jumped up and pointed the camera, yep think I have got it. When I checked, oh dear, I have cut the front of the engine off, what a shame, that would have been so good.
My alternative route was over the railway line and follow the path alongside. I knew I had to cross back over further up at Levisham Station. More mud to do battle with, and rain as well. I was paying so much attention to where I was putting my feet, I couldn't find the path I wanted. I went a bit too far, but no matter, I was able to turn right onto a tarmac road, which took me to the station, where I asked the ladies in the refreshment room if I might sit in their dry shelter for ten minutes to eat my sandwiches. They said, that's ok.
The next morning I saw how close to the sea we were. The main building has a waterfall behind it, with water continually flowing down the side of it, which then goes out to sea. When the tide is out you can drive a four wheel drive or a pick up truck, down the ramp and over the sand and pebble beach, to the courtyard. When they have a delivery they have to take their smaller vehicle up to the car park where the lorry will be waiting, to collect their stock. The building at the back, up lots of steps, is the annexe. A party of school girls were put in there on the Monday night, I'm glad they weren't next door to me.
Some of the streets are only the width of a couple of paving slabs, as you walk around you feel like you should be apologising for encroaching on their territory. I try not to look in the windows.
Day three and I set off south from the hostel, on the Cleveland Way. These are the steps at the start, quite a steep climb onto the top of the cliff.
While down on the beach, I got a different view of just how much of the edge was crumbling and falling into the sea. Large chunks of earth and vegitation are slipping away, in some places the path was only three feet wide. It wont be long before they have to move the boundary further inland. This concrete bunker type building is already losing it's foundations, you can see the right hand side of it jutting out. I think they will have to take it down before it falls down.