Grosmont to Robin Hood's Bay

Today was the last day of the C2C trail but it wasn't going to let me off too easily just because it was the last day. It was a 25 km hike with an initial 230 metre elevation gain out of Grosmont. I saw a British couple that I had met yesterday just ahead of me. They were doing the trail over 12 days and we're very strong hikers so I just let them go. I stopped for a clothing change towards the top of the grind and never saw them again. At the top of the grind I was once again on the Yorkshire moors. More moors. They have their beauty but after 4 days of moor hiking I had had enough. I dipped down into the pretty Little Beck Woods, a pretty forested area with a small river and waterfalls. Also home to a boulder which had been carved out by someone in 1790. Afterwards I headed up in elevation for more moors. Uncultivated land higher in elevation and covered by heath. The first set of moors were transected by a road but the second one merely had a path which in spots was boggy and my feet and runners got a little wet. One of the highlights of the day was finally casting my eyes on the North Sea. Shortly after I stopped at an honesty box on a farm that was in an old camper. There were chairs to sit on or in the event of rain, one could sit in the caravan. Fortunately I was blessed with another day of no rain so I sat outside. After a short lunch I continued down to the sea where I followed the coast at the very top of high cliffs before reaching Robin Hood Bay. RHB is a very touristy town hugging the coast. I also noticed an increase in the BMI index compared to everyone I had previously met along the C2C. I made it to the finish at the Bay hotel in a very good 6 hours and 15 minutes. Waiting for me at the finish line were Dexter the dog and his owners. They had walked 2 hours past Grosmont last night and stayed at a farmhouse B and B. It was fun to have someone to share the end with. I performed the last two customs of the hike. I dipped my shoes in the North Sea but mistimed things and got a soaker. I threw my pebble into the sea but then retrieved it to bring home as a souvenir. I sat with Joanne, David and Dexter for awhile before they left to get a bus to Whitby to start their journey home. I had arranged for a cab to take me back to Grosmont. When I made it back to Grosmont and tidied myself up I headed out to the local pub only to learn that their kitchen had closed early, it being Sunday. These women I was sitting beside felt that there weren't any other options without a car. The best they could do was French fries and apple crisp. I passed on the ice cream. Filling but not very healthy. I can only imagine how my cholesterol levels are doing. Off to London tomorrow via Middleborough and York on the train.Läs mer