Grosmont to RHB

Day 13 of our non-stop, no rest days, trek from Coast to Coast. Today was a 15-16miler that would take us over Sleights Moor into Littlebeck, out onto Sneaton Low Moor, onto the 1001 paths of the Graystone Hills, into Low and High Hawsker, before delivering us to the cliff tops for the saunter into RHB.
We arrived in Grosmont just as the 9.30 train was leaving, visited the toilets (by the girls as usual) before we started the climb up out of the village on to the moor tops. On the tops we met up with the GwP and so, as it was their last day and ours, we slowed our pace and walked the next couple of miles swapping histories. Then we pressed on to leave them to their own thoughts (or iPod sound tracks).
Passing through Littlebeck, that had nothing to offer other than a man cutting his lawn, we pressed on to

Falling Foss that promised tea-rooms. Before then though we had to pass through Little Beck Woods and the Hermitage which gave us our longest concern over whether we were on the right path or not (we were, it was a problem of scale). Falling Foss appeared and went but we gave the tea-rooms a miss as they were populated by children and mad-dogs (or was it the other way round?). Our morning biscuit stop was thus held in the wood after crossing one of the many bridges. Here we had our first conversation with a passing couple who had 'always wanted to do the C2C but had never got around to it).
Lunch was taken sat on the side of the path on the Greystone Hills - not much to say really other than Narg refused to eat the ham sandwiches and we ate the last of the cake (now nearly two weeks old, yummie).
Bottoms Lane was met and conquered (without the aid of paper) and we pressed on to the coast.

Funny, with three miles now to go we all had little aches and pains beginning to manifest themselves. Previously we would have shrugged them off but now, with the end in sight, there was no need to 'cover them up'.

As with all days the last three miles seemed to stretch out to act as twists in the tail. Today was no exception and our pace, rather than increasing to the end seemed to slow. However, as with all things they come to an end and we eventually found ourselves walking down the hill to the bay.

It's amazing what you see on a walk - The Girls with Pearls.