What fivemack did last week
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fivemackAs you will see, what fivemack did this evening was to discover that cartography is a complicated art, even if you remove all the hideously complicated data-gathering stages and simply want to represent a few paths by tracing from a known map:
Each colour of thick line is a different day's walk; the coastline is black, A-roads dark red, and the Lyke Wake Walk marked in yellow. I think the total walking was about 120km over six days.
Saturday started off on the coast and then went up to the low moor before circling down, Sunday was the clifftop path from Whitby to Robin Hood's Bay and back, after which we took Mum to Middlesborough since she had unmissable meetings on Monday. Monday and Tuesday, Dad and I practised bits of the Lyke Wake Walk (he is doing the whole thing for charity at the start of September) then circled back. Wednesday was the orange walk, across moor by Scaling Dam Lake to a viewpoint which we reached just as it began seriously to rain; Thursday was another chunk of clifftop path with a return slightly inland (I cannot recommend trudging through wet grass), and 32.8km in total.
This is a beautiful part of the world, and, apart from some rain Thursday afternoon, the seasons were kind to us; even walking through knee-high heather overlaying bog is more fun with the pollen coming up in great honey-scented clouds, and the occasional grouse starting forth at your passage. Parts of the farmland at the moor edge were dense with teenage pheasant chicks; we saw a weasel pouring itself across the road on the high moor, and some superbly exuberant polychrome toadstools at the low moor's edge. The MoD were rather less kind; the easternmost blue walk (Tuesday) would have been much shorter if less of the moor around RAF Fylingdale were closed to the public.
We ate reasonably sparingly, and I think we all lost weight, even after I treated Dad and myself to lobster (my first time) on Thursday night at the Cliffewick Restaurant with an absurdly good view over Runswick Bay.
Friday we drove up to Newcastle, picked up Ben, and then Dad and Ben drove back to Cambridge dropping me off at Sheffield station; I spent 160 pounds on thirteen hours in six separate trains this fortnight. Have returned relaxed, and fitter than I was; no need for another holiday to recover.
Each colour of thick line is a different day's walk; the coastline is black, A-roads dark red, and the Lyke Wake Walk marked in yellow. I think the total walking was about 120km over six days.
Saturday started off on the coast and then went up to the low moor before circling down, Sunday was the clifftop path from Whitby to Robin Hood's Bay and back, after which we took Mum to Middlesborough since she had unmissable meetings on Monday. Monday and Tuesday, Dad and I practised bits of the Lyke Wake Walk (he is doing the whole thing for charity at the start of September) then circled back. Wednesday was the orange walk, across moor by Scaling Dam Lake to a viewpoint which we reached just as it began seriously to rain; Thursday was another chunk of clifftop path with a return slightly inland (I cannot recommend trudging through wet grass), and 32.8km in total.
This is a beautiful part of the world, and, apart from some rain Thursday afternoon, the seasons were kind to us; even walking through knee-high heather overlaying bog is more fun with the pollen coming up in great honey-scented clouds, and the occasional grouse starting forth at your passage. Parts of the farmland at the moor edge were dense with teenage pheasant chicks; we saw a weasel pouring itself across the road on the high moor, and some superbly exuberant polychrome toadstools at the low moor's edge. The MoD were rather less kind; the easternmost blue walk (Tuesday) would have been much shorter if less of the moor around RAF Fylingdale were closed to the public.
We ate reasonably sparingly, and I think we all lost weight, even after I treated Dad and myself to lobster (my first time) on Thursday night at the Cliffewick Restaurant with an absurdly good view over Runswick Bay.
Friday we drove up to Newcastle, picked up Ben, and then Dad and Ben drove back to Cambridge dropping me off at Sheffield station; I spent 160 pounds on thirteen hours in six separate trains this fortnight. Have returned relaxed, and fitter than I was; no need for another holiday to recover.
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Date: 2004-09-01 02:12 pm (UTC)