Good Morning (soon to be afternoon) fellow forum followers… 
Had a lot going on the last few days and didn’t have time to compose a proper morning greeting…Sorry!.. 
Was out bright and early yesterday and drove with Mrs Fox and a friend, to Cloughton just to the North of Scarborough. Caught the X94 coastliner (bus) to Robin Hoods Bay and armed with jam sandwiches and supplies from Morrisons walked the 14.7 miles back to Cloughton.
The weather was brilliant, and with a nice cool sea breeze, perfect for a good walk.
I’d forgot how hilly it was, I was younger last time I did this walk, and some of the steep climbs were a bit of a struggle for Mrs Fox, but hats off to her when after just over eight hours we arrived back at the car…She did vow never to do the walk again though.
Cheryl (our friend) took it in her stride and could have gone further. She is a very resilient walker and in the past I’ve run marathons with her and walked the 40 mile Lyke Wake walk among others…
We left the bustling throng of tourists at Robin Hoods Bay and took the hardly noticed ginnel up by the side of the fish and chip shop and up onto the tops. The very steep climb out of the packed little fishing village meant that very few people knew where the steps went, of had the stamina to survive them…
With Boggle Hole (I know, it’s one of those weird Yorkshire names) just about half a mile from Robin Hoods Bay, there were still one or two brave and fit people making the journey…
Our walk follows part of the route of the Cleveland Way, a 110 mile route from Helmsley on the North Yorkshire Moors, up to Saltburn and all the way south down the east coast to Filey Brigg.
Back in 2000 I ran the whole route with two runner friends for charity…
Cheryl and Mrs Fox battling the heat…
The steepest climb on the whole walk is the one through the old alum mine works and up to Ravenscar where a cafe awaits with Scones and tea… 
…It was also a possible cut off point for Mrs Fox if the walk was too much…Robin Hoods Bay far in the distance.
The tour guide…Get yerself a Bra!
Mrs Fox decided she would carry on, and I realised what a strong and determined lady I had married all those 50 odd years ago…
The View of Hayburn Wyke signalled the end of the walk, but it also contains a sting in the tail with some very steep ascents and descents along some very slippy and decaying steps.
There might only be two miles left to walk, but none of it is flat…The castle at Scarborough can be seen in the distance, and Cloughton Wyke is the small outcrop just beyond Hayburn.
Looking down into the tempting little cove that is Hayburn Wyke, and so secluded, had Cheryl not been accompanying us, I think a spot of ‘skinny dipping’ would have been appropriate…
Almost 7:00 pm and 8:00 hours of walking and no chance of food, I drove the two hour drive back home to a shower and Beans on toast…
