Introduction


Can each day be headlined by a word (or two) and represented by a single sentence?

Will they, in turn, weave together to form a tapestry of the year?

It may be more mundane than momentous, but it’s mine to share.

Thursday, 3 October 2013

Runswick Bay


Accompanied by fellow ancient roamer and ex-university chum Pete, took a seven mile walk from Lythe on the North York Moors across field paths to a convenient bench high above Runswick Bay, where we had our packed lunches admiring the North Sea view before returning via the cliff-top path and more fields to Lythe; the weather was kind, warm for October with hazy sunshine but blowy on the cliffs, with the only disappointment being the absence of tea and cake at Lythe, rectified partially by a drive to Runswick where tea (but no cake) was obtained at the Cliffemount Hotel.

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