12.5 miles

Observing the weather conditions from our window at Lion Inn, it appeared as though we were still in for a damp and misty day. Leslie’s aches and pains were not improving so we would just have to take it easy, and I was beginning to wonder if I might have to walk this trek alone. At breakfast we had a great conversation with a German hiker, and then we were off to tackle the day.

Leaving the Lion Inn, we soon found that our trail was following the old track bed of the Rosedale Railway. As in many communities in this part of England, ironstone mining was a vibrant industry in this area during the 19th-century, and remnants of these steam trains, which carried ore up to 11 miles from distant iron mines to the primary trains in Battersby Junction from 1861 to 1929, are still visible.

Walking Rosedale Railway track bed

Occasionally the mist would lift just enough to allow fairly good views of distant hillsides.

Farndale Moor

Upon reaching the highest moor at 1490′, Urra Moor, we observed old, stone boundary markers and one face stone pillar. It is believed that the face stone is prehistoric or of celtic origin. I think the facial expression on the pillar about summed up the way Leslie was feeling.

Prehistoric Face Stone

We had to stay well wrapped up on this cold and dank day on the moors; however, in spite of it all, the scenery was still remarkable.

Trying to stay warm despite the weather

Hasty Bank and Cringle Moor were in view as the weather began to improve.

Urra Moor

Finally, glorious sunshine broke through the clouds as we peered down over the Tees Valley toward Great Broughton. The yellow rapeseed fields made for a lovely view.

Clay Bank Top

At this point we were in the heart of the Cleveland Hills, with steep ascents and descents that connected the collection of moors. The descent from Clay Bank Top was steep and the morning drizzle left the stones slippery so much care needed to be taken.

Descending Clay Bank Top

At the base of Clay Bank Top as the trail intersects the B1527 road, we were supposed to call our B&B for a ride into Great Broughton which was 2 miles down the road. Unfortunately there was no cell reception and we were left with the only alternative: we walked the road into town. When at last we arrived at our very comfortable Newlands House B&B, the package of Leslie’s extra hiking goods was waiting, having been delivered by the taxi two days earilier. The following day my British friends, Jean and Peter, and my mom, June arrived to walk with us for the day.

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