After the hospitality of last night I slept like a log. The first really good nights sleep so far but woke up a bit fuzzy. I blame it on the lactose not the liquor. My legs are really stiff and doing the stretches my great friend gave me are not easy in a one man tent, where its difficult to (as they say) ‘swing a cat’. In fact it would be difficult for a cat to swing a cat in my tent.
It was raining, again and the route from the Yorkshire moors back to robins hood bay was, can you believe it, uphill. Looking at Strava today my elevation gain was 2223ft.
Today I missed life’s comforts and that can easily sway our mood can’t it? I was pissed off with the cars and lorries. I was pissed of with Yorkshire. Now, I love Yorkshire, it’s people and it’s where I was born but many of the drivers are very inconsiderate, maybe it will be the same everywhere? Maybe my expectations are different, who knows. I clearly have a lot of weight I’m carrying, there’s no other route to (in this case) Whitby, but still I can smell the exhaust fumes and almost feel the bumper on my heel. Why….?
I decided to head off my route to robin hoods bay to have a nice hot chocolate. Outside. In the storm…. It was a nice hot chocolate but it had cost me an extra hour as there is only one way in and one way out to Robin Hoods Bay and, with my ‘idiot abroad -TV programme, cap on. Robin Hoods Bay is nice but really it’s the same as any other bay round the uk. I wasn’t feeling the love today, is that showing?
I read a passage from a book I love. I’ll post a picture of the passage. It’s a bit spiritual but I love it and it’s always a good way to start the day. Looking at my map, I’ll do the next 12miles hard and get to Whitby early afternoon.
It’s was steep again so I stoped. I kicked a bin. Hummm. It was a green recycle plastic bin waiting to be emptied. ‘James’, I said ‘relax, it’s only a bike ride, and no one that has got stuck behind me is going to ever think about it again and nor should I, it will only spoil your next few days”. I put the bin back, and set off with a smile before a quick stop at a local (unbranded) Garage for a sandwich. £2.99 for a bun with 1 piece of ham and 1/3 of a tomato… BREATH JAMES.
The route down to Whitby is 5miles downhill, Hooray. I flawed it – 25mph all the way.
My bed for the night is another 1st. A YMCA. It’s a beautifully restored Jacobean building with modern windows, it’s stunning from the outside. The back garden is Whitby Abbey was a 7th-century Christian monastery that later became an abbey and is situated overlooking the sea, Whitby and the North Yorkshire Moors. It’s also where legend has it Dracula visited on a sabbatical from Romania.
Whitby on a Friday night is not really my problem thing though it could be confused with Amsterdam or San Tropez (see night time photo).
Anyway a couple of nice chats with family, a hot meal and a warm bed that I’m really ready for tonight. Thanks again for all the support. Although times can be tough we can choose to make the most of the day. We can help others, phone friends we haven’t spoken to for ages or just simply smile and say hello to random people. Little acts of love and gratitude can go a long way. Night Night friends and sleep well.