Today we were aiming for 17 miles and we continued to tramp the flat pasture land for about 8 miles in the rain. Alfred Wainwright called this part of the walk the trough of despond, The Vale of Mowbray.
We crossed a working railway line. Looked both ways lots of times to check nothing was coming.
Then we headed towards the A19 which we could hear in the distance. I was shocked to find there was no bridge over or under for walkers. We had to run for our lives with juggernauts heading for us at 70 miles an hour. Thankfully there was a central grassed section that we could wait halfway but it was not a good place to stand.
Now we hit the uphill which took us to the top of a hill that we could see for the past two days. Steep zig and zag and suddenly we were looking back across the whole Vale of Mowbray as the clouds lifted, the rain stopped and the sun started to appear.
We are now on the North York Moors and the scenery has changed completely. Heather, open moorland and big skies.
We are heading for that peak in the distance but there's a good two miles before we get there.
My feet are feeling like hooves again and my boots are wet. It's a long slog today. 17 miles in 6.75 hours with 700m ascent.
A coach collected us for the hour drive to Whitby Larpool Hall. The sun was out, there was a rainbow in the distance and it was lovely to sit down and rest as we had very short breaks due to the bad weather.
Exhausted today.
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