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…

As I Walked Out One Frosty February Morning

This blog post contains my diary of the last few days.

Sunday 1st February 2015

I’m off again!

Tomorrow I hope to embark on a walk.  I’m aiming to walk right out from my house on the East Yorkshire coast, and strike west across Yorkshire, into Cumbria and the Lake District, and I’ll stop when I reach the sea on the other coast.   It’ll be about 220 miles.IMG_2891

I’m setting off in the morning.  How do I feel tonight?  Excited and apprehensive.  Excited because I’m itching to do a long walk again.  Excited because I really like the idea of my route – of a trail that is unique to me, rather than the heavily trod St Bees to Robin Hoods Bay coast to coast walk. Apprehensive because this walk is the first stage regaining my fitness after an operation I had 2 months ago.  Before the op I was fitter than I have ever been in my life. But now I feel far removed from the person who did things like bomb up and down Ben Nevis in less than 4 hours last September.

I’m so hesitant about my ability to complete the walk that I am not going to publish this blog until I’ve been walking for a couple of days. I had the idea this journey about 6 hours after my operation.  I remember lying in bed, a feeling discombobulated from the general anaesthetic and painkillers, messaging my friend Suzanne, telling her I’d had this great idea for a walk. I think we both thought I was slightly giddy with the stuff going round my body.  But it’s turned into a real idea. So ever since then it’s been something that’s been nice to think about and plan.

I want to enjoy the walk, and I don’t want to be pressured by setting myself a target to do it in a certain time.  So I will take it day by day, starting with gentle daily mileages, and see how I go. Don’t ask me when I’ll finish. I’ll finish when I finish.  If I finish.  At first I am going to come home every night – my lovely Ian will find me and fetch me back.  So that’ll give me plenty of flexibility to see what kind of mileage is comfortable for me.  Then after that, I’ll be B&B-ing it, as I can’t yet carry the extra weight that tents etc require.

I really really hope that I can complete the walk.

Monday 2nd February


I have started my walk, and completed my first day.

IMG_3011What a great day for beginning the journey.  The ground was frozen, the sun shone, and the North Sea roared.  I walked out of my door, over the field to the sea, and then along the cliff top for 4 miles before reaching Aldbrough and turning inland, heading west.  I enjoyed seeing the very familiar landscape from some different angles.  All was quiet as I crunched along for just under 9 miles.  That seems like such a paltry amount.  But I’m pleased.  It’s progress.  And, touch wood, my body feels alright.


It suddenly snowed this evening. I really hope it’s still white in the morning. It would be awesome to walk in the snow.

Tuesday 3rd February

IMG_3047A white morning! What a thrill. When planning this walk I had thought that the initial stages would be the least exciting, due to the fact that it is home turf.  But so far it’s not been dull at all, and the rare snowfall – our first of this winter – transformed the landscape.  Nine miles again, which I’m pleased about, and my body felt fine and my spirits were sky high.

IMG_3067I saw a hare, deer, loads of animal tracks, and only 2 people.  I discovered some paths I’d never walked on before, linking Swine with Wawne. Proper Viking place names, those. It’s been good these first two days, walking in the morning and being home by lunchtime.  It feels like a sensible way to ease into the trip.


Wednesday 4th February

IMG_3088A very short walk today – mainly so as to fit in with being picked up and dropped off.  I walked from Wawne to Beverley, a route that mainly involved winding along the snowy banks of the River Hull.  It was brilliant arriving in Beverley, our local market town, on foot.  The sun obligingly came out and shone on glorious Beverley Minster as I trudged up to it.  That’s my first leg done. I’ve got going.  Tomorrow I am not walking – I’ve got a business meeting to go to in West Yorkshire.  Then on Friday I’ll crack on.


Can you spot the ducks?!

From now on I will be able to follow known footpaths – the Wilberforce Way will take me to York, and then the Ebbor Way will take me to Otley, where I’ll have a choice of following the Dales High Way or the Dales Way, all the way to Bowness on Windermere.  So far I’ve had to make up my own route – it was something of an unknown as I’d not been on these footpaths before, and one never knows if a right of way as shown on an OS map will actually translate to be a usable path on the ground. Luckily this time all the paths I had chosen turned out to be real tracks.  So I’ll call it the Flora Way, from my home to Beverley.


Lovely friends – if any of you would like to join me for a day or two’s walking, then please drop me an email or message me.  I know my route but won’t actually plan each daily stage until a few days in advance, but I will be able to tell you roughly where I’ll be.  So it should be possible to organise something.  


Which way?