Maureen and Tony Gullett sent this report:
A small group of Ramblers gathered at the Queen Adelaide (the first pick-up) before 8am on Sunday morning in eager anticipation of their Yorkshire Holiday. They were not to be disappointed in their choice of holiday.
What made the holiday so good? Was it the walks, 8 in total, varied terrain, length and theme?, The hotel? Saltburn itself? Bob and Dorothy’s meticulous planning, including the routes for Malcolm our coach driver? He didn’t scrape the sides of the coach going over the narrow bridges, nor entrance gates. The breakfasts - we did have to wait for breakfasts but patience was rewarded: kippers; or for those who got up very early, scrambled eggs and smoked salmon; a “full English”; or simple poached eggs on toast; or just toast and jam and fruit and yogurt? Was it the pubs, the beer, the weather, the varied venues for our evening meal, the sumptuous sunsets and the wonderful view of the sea, cliffs and wide sweep of the sandy/pebbly bay from the Spa Hotel dining room? Was it being in Yorkshire with its friendly people and scenery (we glossed over the industrial bits)?
Monday’s walk set the standard, down the steps of the Hotel to the sea, past the ancient stone building with its name, “The Mortuary”, pause for information from Bob, up the steps to the cliff, onto the Cleveland Way. A cliff top walk with a difference, cliff edge on the left, “Watch out Ian!” and a single track railway on the right. We paused by a Roman Watchtower, found an unusual modern sculpture and had sat down, when a train came past and the driver hooted and waved. Later the route turned inland through trees and flowers, orchids, beside Saltburn Gill and we followed this back to the beach. Published as 6 miles but some said 7! The cafe beside the river welcomed us with cream teas and ice cream.
Above is the group in front of our hotel and our coach. Below: a few of us at Guisborough.
We had surprise visitors Linda and David Buckley. On another day Dorothy, Gilly and Bob’s relations joined us for walk.
a history walk through Victorian Saltburn;
a worried walk through a farmyard/field of cows on the North York Moors to Danby Castle;
a ride on a steam train on the North Yorkshire Railway and a walk through “Heartbeat Country” passing “the garage”;
to the smallest pub in Yorkshire for cake and beer whilst it rained on those outside who nipped up a steep, rocky, slippery slope to see a waterfall;
a walk (or a paddle for 3 of the group) along the beach into Whitby. Whitby did not disappoint with its brashness and opportunities for shopping or a trip on an old lifeboat, finishing with "champion" fish and chips at the award winning Royal Fisheries restaurant.
On our last day we stopped at Clumber Park. Continuing our journey home, Malcolm once again showed his patience during long tedious holdups on the motorway whilst we Ramblers dozed and reminisced about our favourite parts of a great holiday.
(Photos: R Hayward / J Marmoy)