Usually I would have scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast but today I decided to have the full English breakfast. Yes, it was good, even the sausage and the black pudding.
The owner of the B and B is on the left. He and his wife were great hosts. Next to him is the bloke from Amsterdam and then the two ex hippies from Victoria in British Columbia.
So the four of us left Danby-Wiske which we all agreed was a lovely place. To see the map of the day's walk to Ingleby Cross, click here.
There were more clouds than the day before but it was still great walking weather.
We crossed the train line running from London to Edinburgh.
A field of what I presume is canola.
The long grass played havoc with my allergies and numerous handkerchiefs were used this day. I am fine up in the hills or high up on the moors but the the low lying areas are alive with pollen.
A small bridge over a little stream.
The cows were lying down and we wondered if it was a sign of rain to come, but it stayed fine all day.
Bespoke accommodation for your calf.
Our first glimpse of the hill we would climb tomorrow.
The maps in the guidebook 'Stedman' use features like this electricity thingie as landmarks to ensure you are on the right track.
We wondered what a Repool Regulator was. I've been poking around on the internet to try to find out but with no success. Interesting ideas as to what it is should be left in the comments.
Yet another fence to climb over. You might notice the rat on the post and another climbing up the leaning board on the right.
A group of hikers were coming the other way and we asked them how they were going to get the dogs over the fence. We then got a demonstration.
We then came to a branch train line that ran from Northallerton to Darlington.
Three trains past in the few minutes we were close to the line, two freight and one passenger. The UK still has plenty of trains carrying a lot of people everywhere.
It's a very pleasant walk if you like walking through fields and woods. I can imagine Wainwright was disappointed in this area because there was no peak to scale. I really enjoyed it.
Getting closer to the big hill.
The bench looked so inviting I decided to sit down.
And here I am. Notice the dog statue in the background.
The approach to the busy A19.
Our task was to cross this busy road without getting run down.
The solution was to go half way and wait for a gap in the traffic. As you can see, we were almost at Ingleby Cross.
So here is the cross at Ingleby Cross. Ingleby Arncliffe is just a hundred yards up the road so why there are two place names is beyond me.
We had met two English ladies who were doing the Coast to Coast as well. They lived in Spain and had come back for a holiday walk. They advised us to check out a shop in this little village. Inside were all these carved vases.
The owner invited me to take a look around his workshop.
And here he is. His prices are very reasonable for the amount of time, material and effort that goes into making something like this. Take a look at his web site at
The Blue Bell pub which served a good meal that night. My fellow walkers were staying down in nearby Osmotherly so I said farewell to them. When I arrived at the pub that night, the ladies from Spain were there so I had dinner with them. They were real characters so we had a good time.
The woman who ran the B and B was a keen gardener and she did gardening for other people as well as running the B and B. They also had a farm with chickens and the scrambled eggs with smoked salmon were the yellowest I had seen on the entire walk.
The milk and cream were kept in a tiny fridge.
And for Robin, the scones, jam and cream.