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 April 2014

Robin Hood’s Bay

Drove over the mist-shrouded North York Moors to meet my old walking buddy Pete at Robin Hood’s Bay where we wisely amended our planned route to avoid the low cloud inland and instead kept to the relatively clear coastal strip, following the Cleveland Way along the cliff top to Ravenscar and back, taking advantage of the low tide on our return leg to cover the last mile or so via the beach, below the worryingly crumbling cliffs; a good seven and a half mile stretch of the legs even if the usual stunning scenery was absent, with the best view of the day to be found back at Robin Hood’s Bay – the cake stand in the Old Bakery tea shop. 

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