Lovesome Hill to (Os)Motherley – a natural progression

Tomorrow is a long, long walk with not a lot of daylight, so I took my time today to complete the short 10 miles to save my legs, lungs and energy. Breakfast at the farm was nice and the first 8 miles of the walk were along the rest of the Vale of York. The last 2 miles were up the Yorkshire Moors and over to the campsite at Osmotherley. A brief taste of tomorrow.

For the moment it was a goodbye to Lovesome Hill. Bye.

And the Sun was out, shining on the Moors that I would walk to today.

It looks like dry land but it int. It’s sodden, muddy and sodden muddy. Oh, I’m so clever with werds. This was flat farmland but it wasn’t a bad walk at all, if you like wading. And the sun stayed out for me, just mee, how lucky am I?

Some folk say ‘What do you think of when you’re walking Dave?’Well they don’t because nobody talks to me apart from my missus. Well, if any folk did ask that I’d answer, ‘I hope I get across before the next frickin train.’

I did. That’s why I’m writing this. I looked back from the mini hill in the midi stance (there I go again 🤗 mit dem werds) . And with maximum telephoto I got a grainy shot of the hills in the Dales which I left two days ago.

Starting to climb into theMoors was the first Coast to Coast way-sign that I’d seen with details of what was achieved and what needed to be achieved. My own details were a bit top heavier with distance and altitude as I’d climbed dem mountains in the Lakes and was walking on to Scarborough. Interesting though.

From the top of this low section of Moors the view was clearer back across to the distant Dales.

In Osmotherley I pitched my tent, in sodden grass, walked down to the village and had a jolly good beef roast. Returning to el tento I was in my sleeping bag by 6pm. The alarm was set for 5.45am. My sleep was broken by cold conditions, the need to pee, pain in my right knee and discomfort. Apart from that I slept well.

Night night.