Day 12 Coat to Coast Dandy Wiske to Ingleby Cross

Day 12 pictures
Each morning we look out the window hoping for a surprise when it comes to the weather.
Well today we had it-there is an almost completely blue sky-bugger all clouds to be seen anywhere.
By the time we have breakfast its very dark and the clouds are flying across the sky.
We have a wait for our transport to Danby Wiske, so it's a late start.

Stiles, stiles and more stiles.

We finally climb aboard the minibus about 9.30AM, however have an interesting ride using back roads and lanes we might not normally see, a this is the bus that collects the walker's baggage for the C2C.
At Danby Wiske we find the large tree in the village green has been blown over in the middle of the night, just missing the pub.
Today's walk is pretty much a repeat of yesterday with lots of hedgerows, farm tracks, back lanes and lots and lots of stiles and gates and FLAT.
In the distance we can see the Cleveland Hills our next objective and they look somewhat more UP than we have experienced over the last few days.
We are hit by quite a ferocious rain storm, that threatens to drench us with  a combination of wind and rain. It lashes our legs and threatens to fill our boots.
We cross two rail lines, one the major London Edinburgh line via a bridge and the next, the line to Newcastle by stumbling over the tracks.
Passing a farm we come across Australia's secret weapon for the next Ashes test series, if we get a chance to select the roller.

Australia's secret weapon for the Ashes

We also cross the very busy A19, a four lane highway, that is quite dangerous and requires a dash.
There are no villages today, other than our final destination, Ingleby Cross, which has a craft shop and a pub.
The craft shop has some quite delightful turned bowls made of local wood.
They are quite fine and smell beautifully of bees wax and the timber.
We have lunch at the pub, on one of their benches, and call our B and B to come and get us.
Dave arrives in about 15 minutes and takes us in two trips back to Dromonby Bridge Farm, a large old farm.
The farm is quite close to the birthplace of some guy called James Cook, and we can see a memorial raised to him on a nearby hill.
Our room is quite large with a double bed and single, however we don't think Dave is much of a house keeper,  it's a bit grubby, yet he is very welcoming.
There are 11 of us staying here so the trip to the local pub for dinner is quite a rigmarole, with multiple trips to get us all there and back.
The same will happen tomorrow morning after breakfast and we've all got different starting points.
The pub is a great little pub and serves me a fine steak.