One more day!

We left the Lion Inn on Blakey ridge and walked 14 miles to Grosmont, where tourists flock ( we've seen none) to ride the North York Moors Railway, featured as the Hogwarts Express in the Harry Potter movie. The tunnel here is thought to be the oldest passenger train tunnel in the world (remember they lie).  

Grosmont is a gritty, industrial, soot laden    Town, although it has a store, gallery, and used bookstore.  But, really, think Dickens. 

To the walk:  we left Blakey Ridge in rain and walked the winding road, with fog chasing us. Soon, we left the road for a wide path through expansive  rain and windswept moors. Think Wuthering Heights. We rounded a curve to behold valley views and drumlins? From glaciers? Help us here. Something very new. Sheep, as always, our companions. 

The topography quickly changed as we descended the moors to the valley of Glaisdale where we enjoyed hot soup and fellowship in, of course, a pub. 

After, we walked on a stone path through  a forest along a stream.  Think Shakespeare's  Midsummer Night's Dream. 

We dined with our dear friends, walking companions, West Coasters, Jason and Nicola. Happy Birthday, Jason!  Take the penicillin, Nicola.  We so enjoy walking with you two!

Tomorrow, big day!  Steep ascent to begin and 16 miles. ME says," No stopping for soup tomorrow." She is a hiker on a mission!  We have dinner reservations for 6 with friends, so hike we will!