After an early breakfast at our accommodation, made and served by the same wee lassie that had been serving at the bar as we left late to go to bed last night; she looked worse than I felt and that was something, we set off on a bright, sunny morning. The waves were crashing against the foot of the cliffs, the gulls were circling and crying in the stout wind and all was well with the world.
The views from the top were stunning with nice blue sky and that peculiar British silver light. While there were some clouds around the forecast for the day was good so they did not trouble us. At eleven miles, the walk was short enough that we could slow down as bit from our usual frantic pace and just enjoy the beautiful seascapes and landscapes that were laid out for us.
It was not too long before we began to see our next port of call, Sandsend in the distance and stark on the far horizon the skeletal outline of Whitby Abbey in its cliff top location above Whitby.
It had clouded over while we sat and we wondered if there was to be a last soaking before we finished coastal walking for the year. Thankfully, the rain held off and we arrived in Whitby tired but dry.
The town was teeming with holidaymakers, and it was a bit of a shock after the glorious isolation of the Yorkshire cliffs. However, when its finished, its finished and we did not linger long in the kiss-me-quick area of town but rather made our way to the railway station to enquire about trains to Middlesbrough. We had a wait of about an hour before the next train but enjoyed a nice meals (massive portions) in the restaurant attached to the station before enjoying a long and rambling train journey through the Yorkshire hinterland to finally arrive in Middlesbrough for the long drive home to Kirriemuir.