This weekend just gone, S and I had an adventure which I’ve been thinking about since S first moved here. The Cleveland Way, one of the many long-distance paths one can do around the British Isles, passes right by our door here. It runs down a good chunk of the North East coast but I wanted to do the stretch from Whitby back to our door.
So finally, with a long weekend coming up for this weekend, I got the map out, measured the distances involved, spotted a good midpoint overnight stop off in the form of the Boggle Hole youth hostel, booked it up, and looked out the local bus timetable. And, first thing on Saturday morning, we got to our local supermarket as it opened, filled the tops of our rucksacks with all kinds of bits and pieces from the deli counter (well, it *was* our holiday!), and then got on the bus to Whitby.
We had a lovely weekend which I’ve partially documented on Instagram (@jennydegenhardt, feel free to put in a follow request). The coastal path was beautiful, not highly varied as a lot of the land by the coast is mainly farmland but there were some lovely coastal landscapes/seascapes, beautiful little wooded dells, fantastic bays – and it was wonderful to get out and do some real walking for the first time in a while.
The walk from Whitby to the hostel was only about seven miles, so after lunch and having checked in we did another seven miles poking around the local countryside and found our way onto the North York Moors very briefly before heading back to the hostel. Then we had an idyllic evening sitting outside with wine and our books, a hearty catered dinner (we had brought stuff to cook but we felt like treating ourselves!), before a walk along the beach and an incredibly restful night’s sleep.
Incidentally if you’re planning a UK holiday at any point, you could do much worse than the Boggle Hole YHA. It feels like a real escape as it’s tucked into a tiny inlet about a mile down the beach from Robin Hood’s Bay, a beautiful little fishing village. the hostel is right on the beach where a small stream runs into the sea, and it’s tucked into some lovely woodland (which is great for children to explore as well, as it features a ‘storytelling circle’ with a throne and benches surrounded by a wicker fence, various other little ‘scenes’, and a cottage where the Wolf from Red Riding Hood sleeps ominously…). We were offered a private room as the place was otherwise fully booked, and our room was twice the price of sleeping in dorms, but was no different except that there was only one set of bunks in our room, so I would argue it wasn’t worth the £60 we paid, but nonetheless we had a lovely time. Note that if you don’t take a private room, a bed for the night is only £13, which is very good value for the stay we had, and the staff were all lovely – so with that one reservation, I would strongly recommend it!
Our next day then was a long one – about fifteen miles – which was a bit much for S’s not-fully-broken-in boots and my general unfitness! We made it home though, and had a great weekend. A hundred yards from home, S said to me, through a fixed grimace, ‘next time you suggest something like this, I’ll punch you in the face. I’ll still say yes, but I’ll hit you first’.
I’m pretty sure we both had fun.