Thats a wrap, thanks a bunch

Just a closing remark to say thanks to everyone. As well as those who donated around £1200 online (see them listed at the justgiving site), there are also many kind folk who stumped up cheques and cash. I include here: Anthea & David Goldie, Vickie and Richard Patchett, Brian and Pat Rasche, Kristian Cann, John Collett, Layla Firth, John and Jean Anderson, Bill and Judith Harrison, Ricky & Bev Logan, Roger & Elsie Tiffany, and anyone else I may have temporarily forgotten. With their help, I have been able to round up the sum to £1500.

And thanks to those who I met en route. I hope our paths cross again.

Kit

Sponsorship beyond the call of duty for the jelly baby army

I must say a special word to John Twitchen, boss of Sauce Consultancy. He sponsored each one of the poor little jelly babies who laid down their wobbly little lives to sustain me on my journey, for £1 per blobby body. That's £134 in all - many thanks John.

Post script

I ought to have mentioned, day 7 was a delight - few hills across around 27 miles, totally beautiful. Go to the North York Moors for your holidays.

At 4 pm on August 11 I jogged down into Robin Hoods Bay and saw the most welcome sight of the week - daughter Marianne with car at the water's edge; meaning I did not need to walk up the ridiculously steep windy hill out of the Bay to the car park.

Back to Draughton by 7 pm, and all's well with the world.

Update - that's all folks!

COAST TO COAST

• Six days and eight hours
• One third of a million paces
• 192 miles (actually >200 with tides and track mistakes)
• 40 litres of water
• 134 jelly babies (perhaps)
• 35,000 calories expended
• 20,000 calories consumed
• 15,000 calories-worth of wobbly bits removed or changed to hard bits (hopefully)
• not overtaken by a single person
• £750 raised online (so far)
• >£1,000 in all (more to come)
  

Thanks to everyone who emailed, texted, blogged, donated, phoned, wrote, stopped to chat, arranged for the sunshine, offered food and water, and wished me well.

What's next?

Love to all,

Kit xx

There's the Abbey!

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And there's Whitby Abbey

But even though the end is in sight, Wainwright is insisting I travel several extra miles. 33% gradient is as steep as I've seen all week!




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Ooooooohhhh!

Coming out of Grosmont (home of North York Moors Railway, see pic), ican smell then see the shiney sea.




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Good work combo

Joiners and funeral directors - good blend in Glaisdale!


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Mapping

Leaving Glaisdale is exciting because it means turning to the final page of the map, which shows the North Sea. I'm using Harvey maps, which break the CTC into 12 horizontal slices. This is now page 12 and there is only 15 miles to go.


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Glaisdale success

Vicky the veggie butcher was in and I was able to give her the phone to speak to Layla. Both well. No cafe, so on towards Grosmont.




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Up on top

It's 10 am and I'm sitting down for a breakfast of four jelly babies (2 red ones) and a litre of Lion Inn natural spring water. I set off too early for the full English and am hoping for calories in Glaisdale. I'm burning around 4000 of these a day and get quite peckish. Last night's dinner was huge- enough to satisfy even the appetite of legendary Embsay Ed. I just absorbed it like an amoeba at the end of Lent.


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23 miles left

Day 7 beckons and about 170 miles under my belt. Next stop will be Glaisdale, for Layla (mother-in-law) says that her husband's brother's wife's daughter (!) Vicky and her husband run the butcher's in Glaisdale. So I'll check out the bacon.






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Nearly there

I am now sitting in the smug at the Lion Inn at Blakey, oddly with a pint of Skipton Brewery's Golden Pippin. It feels a long way from home but the publican tells me I'm only 40 miles from home.

The area is inspiring, endless miles of wild moorland, heather and stones and peat - which I love - and stupid sheep, which I realise I dislike. A few miles of the route run on the raised bed of the Rosedal Railway, closed for nearly a century. A great route for a view of everything.




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A few images of the North York Moors

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Here's purple, for Kathie

Start wearing purple.


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Smell the piney wood

Here's where C2C meets Cleveland Way and Lyke Wake walk.



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An honesty box system

Here's a good business. This lady, Jean, has installed an outdoor fridge and kettle. She stocks sandwiches, drinks all self-service and she's never been ripped off. That'd honest coast to coasters for you.


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Nice accommodation

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Crossing the dangerous railway line

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Goodness, I'm nearly in Darlington!

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A1 and alls A1

Just crossed under the A1, no probs but v noisy! Today's a level run, some would say boring but my legs say thanks. Richmond was great, a fine hotel, excellent food and Jules kindly walked the first few miles on the journey East from Richmond.







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Lessons learned

Nearly halfway, so time to share some important insights.

Contours close up don't mean things are nearer, just very steep.
Masculine chafing needs a lot more research, plus Lanacane stings (that's the stuff that lets fat balloon folk dance without their thighs squeaking). Also, don't apply this in the presence of others; easy to misunderstand.
Don't forget when travelling west to east to sunblock the back of your ears.

That's it for a bit. Tomorrow I am off to Richmond. 33 more miles but luxury awaits. Also, Jules is bringing more trainers. More soon.


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Status report

Pretty pictures

Kirkby Stephen

That wasn't brilliant! The views of course were flawless but with the extra miles needed to get to & from the hostel I think I virtually did 40 miles; too much by half. The end of the Lakes was eventually welcome (by my.legs), even the route round Haweswater was totally not level, and being a body of water it jolly well should be. I got to Shap Abbey and was horrified to see how much further it was to Shap. The leg to K/S was relatively smooth, but by then my pins were shot. 12 hours on the go.




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Kidsty Pike

This is the last of Lakeland, the view over Haweswater from Kidsty Pike. That's 52 miles down and 140 to go.



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Heading for Angle Tarn and Kidsty Pike

This is a terrific view. There's Ullswater and Helvellyn across Patterdale. Hot work on the climb.


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Patterdale and the sun keeps shining

I arrived into Patterdale last night to realise my accommodation was in Glenridding - 2 miles away, and that Helvellyn YHA was a further mile towards the big hill. This and the retun jouney in the morning, to get back on the C2C must take the whole trip over 200 miles. Anyway, here is Patterdale, it is a delight.




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