Day 16 Coast to Coast Grosmont to Robin Hood's Bay

Day 16 pictures
It rained quite heavily overnight with thunder and lightening so our hopes for a dry last day were rather low.
In spite of this it was clear and a bit sunny.
Our B and B whilst being by far the most modern had some quite irritating feature. None of the doors had handles, only spring loaded tongues that clicked loudly when opening or closing the door.
Not conducive for a good nights sleep when you have some chronic nocturnal wee-ers.
The taps were an odd configuration and turned on, in a way that was contrary to what most of us expected.
They also had no markings for hot and cold that was a dilemma, if the hot water ever came through.
The most odd thing was the square toilet seat. Now I have been a GP for nearly 40 years and examined many, many bottoms, and I have yet to see a square one!
Anyway, we were duly transported to Grosmont which meant quite a long hill to start the day, about two kilometres of hill.

Falling Foss

That completed it was back to the moors once again, albeit along a tarmac road, until we turned off.
Then of course steeply downhill losing all the height we had gained previously, though thankfully into a very pretty village and beck called Littlebeck.
This we followed for some time, a leafy path along and back and forth over the beck until reaching a splendid waterfall called Falling Foss.
Morning tea was called soon after and this we ate on the track on some suitable stones, with other walkers walking around us.
It was ten back to the chase, until a few minutes on it started to rain. Initially protected by the dense foliage of Littlebeck, the torrent soon overcame the trees and it was back to the rain jackets again.
Of course this was followed by a long hill so we were all steaming within minutes AND the rain had stopped.

Just a bit of bog

It was then back to some final moorland country and just to make sure we hadn't become too cocky, threw some pretty good bog at us.
This overcome we were soon back on the bitumen through a small place called Hawkster, then finally onto the coast itself.

Robin Hood's Bay

We had been getting quite good view of Whitby whilst crossing the moors and now it was time for some pretty good cliff top views.
We were at this stage unable to see our objective, Robin Hoods Bay, as it was too far along the coast.
We gradually hauled it in and were rewarded with some fine views of the little town that started on the cliff top and seemed to flow into the bay.
A final steep descent to the old boat ramp and we were done. Sixteen days and 300 kilometres later and it's all over.
The stone we had carried since St Bees was duly cast into the North Sea, our boots duly dipped in the North Sea and we then proceeded for the obligatory beer at Wainwright's Bar at the Bay Hotel where there were literally dozens of Coast to Cost finishers arriving all the time.
Many we had met on and off over the past 16 days so it was congratulations all round.

Eve, Julian,Margaret, Arrienne and Peter at Wainwright's Bar

Well that's it......NEXT!!