The efficacious and saturnine blog post

Here’s my diary for the last few days, during which I’ve trundled along from Beverley to just past York:


Friday 6th Feb
Beverley to Goodmanham
11 miles
I got so lucky, I couldn’t walk on Thursday, but as it happened the weather was filthy. I restarted on Friday, and the sun shine bright and almost warm.
After meeting my friend Sarah for a second breakfast in Beverley, (my second breakfast, not hers), I walked out of the town and into an old railway track, another relic of Beecham’s transport massacre. I pretty much stayed in the track for the majority of my walk. Due to the fact that raised banks and bushes lined the track, it was rather chilly and tunnel-like. This meant that the snow, fast melting elsewhere, remained. It was quite icy and slightly tiring underfoot. But a pleasant walk, apart from an excess of canine excrement sitting proudly in the snow.

Goofy selfie and snowy track

I reached a toasting hot pub in Goodmanham, and was swiftly whisked away to stay for two nights with Alex, Jane, and Ambrose the cat. I was properly spoilt with a wonderful supper, that incredible crimson sunset, and such good company.

Ambrose the cat
I felt really tired, surprisingly. Embarrassing really, but it is how it is. So I’m not sure that I have been very good company, with my epic hibernation type sleeps.
Nb the words efficacious and saturnine came up in conversation, as they do (?), and thus have found their way into the title of my blog post, for no particular reason other than they are wonderful words. Plus I hate to play by the SEO rules when it comes to titles of blog posts.

Saturday 7th
Goodmanham to Pocklington
10 miles
If you look at the map you’ll see that today was a bit of a dog leg. There weren’t any more direct route options that didn’t involve a lot of road walking. But there were two bonuses. This stage involved the first little hills of the walk – the Yorkshire Wolds. And secondly, I was lucky enough to have a walking companion for the weekend.

Alex and I slip slopped along through good Yorkshire mud. Skylarks accompanied our constant chatter. Is it a bit early for skylarks? They sounded lovely anyway. And some were hovering unusually low, so we actually got a proper glimpse.


Sunday 8th
Pocklington to Sutton on Derwent 9.7 miles
And then we were three. Alex and Jane joined me for today’s walk, although Ambrose declined to be a puss in boots and didn’t join us. That was probably a good thing as we walked for the best part of the day alongside the rather lovely Pocklington Canal. Ambrose would have been beside himself with all the birdlife: a heron, coots, ducks, swans, and more skylarks up above.

Bridge over Pocklington Canal

We made up limericks as we pootled along enjoying surprisingly warmth from the February sun. I do love a limerick. Any comments posted in limerick form would be very much appreciated.

The last mile of our walk was a grim plod down a straight bit of road that seemed to double as a race track for local traffic. Fortunately Ian arrived just at the right moment to pick us up and ferry my fab companions back to their car, and me home for the last night before I properly strike out on my own.

Monday 9th
Sutton on Derwent to York 12 miles
Ian dropped me off to restart my journey at lunchtime, and I continued following the Wilberforce Way to York. I can’t say that this route is the most well planned – there was yet another stretch, this time about 2 miles, on a very busy local road. Quite unpleasant to have cars flying past at 70 mph. There were some nice bits – walking through quiet woods, and it was good to arrive on foot into York. Also it was a superb day, weather wise. I got quite hot. My baselayer tights had to be removed in a churchyard.

Perfect lunch spot
I saw a foal excitedly chasing a poor dozy sheep that had managed to squeeze under a fence into the horse’s paddock. The foal v sheep performance continued for quite some time. In the end I walked on, happy to have experienced this free entertainment. The chase may still be going on today, for all I know.
I arrived at Sam, Sarah and baby Mariella’s house in York, fairly tired after my longest day yet. It was lovely to see them though, and hopefully Sarah is going to join me on Wednesday. It’s brilliant seeing friends along the walk. It is all part of a very memorable experience.

Tuesday 10th
York to near Tadcaster 7.6 miles
A grey freezing foggy sort of day. And my most uninteresting stage thus far. Quite a lot of tarmac, bike paths, and plods beside arable fields. All of which was in earshot of the A64, which is a very busy dual carriageway. There are always going to be days like this on a long walk. Very soon I’ll be out of the flatlands of the Vale of York, and into countryside that is a lot less familiar to me.

York Racecourse in the fog
My solution today was to stick in my earphones and listen to a thriller (audiobook). The drama kept me content and shut out the roaring traffic.
Today was my first time with my proper rucksack (up to now I’ve just had a tiny running bag with a few bits in for day walking). I’ve been a bit apprehensive as to how my body will react – it’s the first time I’ve really carried anything like this since my op. I’ve packed really light, but it’s still something I need to be aware of. Anyway I feel ok. I ended up stopping early, at 7.5 miles, as I passed my favourite hotel chain. The temptation of a half day and a bit of feet up was too much to resist. I’m probably in need of a bit of a battery recharge. I felt incredibly sleepy all morning. Even though I’m not covering the kinds of miles I would have done a few months ago, my main aim is to enjoy the walk and ensure I steadily get fitter.

Now I must remember to start taking a few elephant photos…

23 thoughts on “The efficacious and saturnine blog post

  1. Hi Flora,

    Thank you for letting me walk with you for two days. I really enjoyed myself and feel much more healthy than I did before – it was most efficacious! Brosie (Ambrose) looks so very beautiful that I will try and write a limerick in his honour although you and Jane were very rude about my efforts. Glad you feel OK with the rucksack.

    Keep going
    Lots of love

  2. There was a young cat named Ambrose
    Who splayed out for a photo his pretty toes
    If he’d been away
    Just for the day
    The blog of young Flora
    Would be poorer

    • Hi David. Glad you are enjoying. The SEO rules are that if you want people to find your posts eg via a Google search, then you should include search friendly terms in your blog name, post titles, headings, and photo captions and labels. However, I write for me and my friends so I don’t wish to chase numbers of hits etc etc. Many do, so it’s each to their own.

  3. Enjoying reading about your journey. Had a go:
    There was once a lady named Flora
    Who when seeing the landscape before her
    Set of walking for miles
    Snapped lots of her smiles
    And blogged about what she saw-a!

  4. Flora Marriott
    Eschewed a chariot
    And relied on her own to feet

    From Coast to Coast
    With stops for toast
    She surely has us all beat.

    Think I lost my way at the end there. Perhaps I won’t give up the day job.

  5. LIke buses, whilst I was waiting for one, inspiration popped up for two!

    There was a youg lady from Hull
    Who found walking anything but dull
    She’s trundling from east to west
    Doing the thing she loves best
    Unintentionally inspiring us all!

    And also….

    Some people’s idea of recovery
    Is a snooze and a cup of tea
    Not so for Flora the Fit
    Who’s left behind her running kit
    To walk west until she reaches the sea!

    Now you need to stop distracting me so I can get on with some work :). Happy walking lovely lady, keep blogging.

  6. Flora, thank you for a lovely day last Sunday walking alongside the Pocklington Canal in chilly sunshine accompanied by birdsong and woodpecker drillings, you and Alex. I enjoyed our attempts at limericks. Here is another offering:

    Young Flora’s a bit of a walker,
    South to north, coast to coast, she’s a stalker.
    She runs, pedals and jogs
    And writes interesting blogs.
    In fact she’s a bit of a corker!

    Happy onward journeying and love from Jane

  7. Now Flora, from Hull was all woozy
    When she had this idea, the floozy!
    She would walk from her place
    To the west – no great pace,
    Walking easy, for life, ‘cos she’s choosy.

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