As the walk today was to be quite short, we took a leisurely breakfast chatting with Tom and Sandra at their lovely B&B, Red House Farm.
My mom, June, decided to join us on this section of the C2C. We left Glaisdale on a beautiful spring morning, crossing the river by the railway bridge.
As we were leaving we had to check out the graceful, arching bridge that crossed the River Esk. Called the Beggar’s Bridge, it was built is 1619 by Thomas Ferris. As a young man he set out to make his fortune so as to be worthy of his intended bride. He was unable to bid her good-bye on the night he left due to the fact that the river was flooded. Therefore, when he returned a wealthy man, he built this bridge so that no lovers hence would be separated (oh, and married the girl).
We walked on stepping stones as the path continued into the East Arncliffe Woods.
The River Esk was ever present and a pleasant sight to behold as we traveled the trail.
There were donkeys grazing on the manor’s property. We were asked not to feed them and they knew we would not offer any goodies, so they did not pay much attention as we passed by.
Occasionaly we glimpsed the lush Esk Valley.
We walked along an old toll road. Passing the toll cottage, we noticed the old tolls were still posted on the side of the cottage.
Our next village, Grosmont, was known for its North York Moors Railway. The train arrived regularly during the day and was well worth the wait when we saw it steam into town with whistle blowing and steam pouring from its smokestack. The train was a necessity during the 19th century when ironstone was discovered nearby. These mines are now gone, but the nostalgic train remains. If it looks familiar, it is because this train has been used in films such as Harry Potter and Brideshead Revisited.
While we waited to check out the train, we enjoyed walking through the locomotive shop where volunteer laborers kept these trains working and clean. Then, leaving Grosmont, we were faced with a substantial climb back up to the moors, this time to Sleights Moor, from which we could finally view the North Sea and Whitby Abbey.
I typically contact the B&Bs ahead of us to notify them that we will arrive as scheduled (or not) and to pick up any tips to help us on our journey. I had contacted Judith, our delightful host at Intake Farm B&B, for this reason and she directed us to a short cut across the fields to her farm. When we arrived we were received almost as family. Judith invited us to sit at her kitchen table and enjoy tea and cakes while she prepared dinner. She never knew how many people might show up for dinner so she had a freezer full of prepared meals, just in case. This evening we ate at a dinner table of twelve guests which included campers who had raised their tents on her lawn. We had an enjoyable evening chatting with several who were finishing the trek as we were and others just beginning their adventure.