This morning I am so disappointed to see that most of my words were not saved, so I hope you forgive me for not rewriting the whole thing again, I just can't face it. A couple of paragraphs are still there, and the photo's, so I'll just add a few titles, I hope you don't mind, thanks.
I awoke to a miserable looking damp and misty morning. My self catering breakfast was a tin of beans on a crusty brown bread roll, it wouldn't fit in the toaster. After the pub meal the night before I didn't need much to eat. I got chatting with two blokes who were cycling, and another who was walking. As I was late in last night I stayed in my room and didn't get to meet them untill breakfast.
I checked out of the hostel at 9am and the nice lady on the reception said I could leave my car there untill I came back from the walk. I had a rough idea of where I was going, but as there are loads of paths in the area I kept changing my mind. Then I thought of Wainright and his insistance of not wandering aimlessly, so I made the decision, have a look at Rievaulx Abbey then continue along the Cleveland Way to Cold Kirby.
At this point blogger did not save my words.
Five photo's of decorated shops in the Market Square at Helmsley, taken in the morning before I set off for a walk. Pub with a tree growing up the front.
Ladies and gents high class outfitters.
Posh delicatessen in a prominent corner position.
Stream running along the backs of the shops, with a little stone bridge to the market square, the church behind.
Another posh food shop.
Leaving the Cleveland Way, walking towards Rievaulx.
Ruins of Rievaulx Abbey.
How nice to have this in your back garden.
A thatched cottage in Rievaulx
St Mary's Church in Rievaulx
Walking through a farm, chickens running free.
Horses on the hillside.
looking for a way to cross a stream and found this bridge.