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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