Day Eleven

Friday 18th June, 2010
Richmond to Danby Wiske 16 miles

We awoke to an overcast day, but felt it was ok with us as we had 16 miles to walk, and hopefully it won’t rain.
The trio who we had encountered over the last couple of days (one woman, and two men) were also staying at Bridgedown House. The woman asked if her husband could travel with Brenda M. in the car as he had a chest infection. None of us could take to the other guy who was going to continue walking.

Car packed and we turned left and strode out down the A6136 to meet the path. They, the woman and the odd guy went up into the Market Square for some reason. We were soon up beside the sewerage works and into the woods, it’s very pretty through here with wild garlic, birds singing for all their worth and rabbits frolicking about beside the path. For an obscure reason we were fairly stepping out this morning and heading across the fields towards Colburn. It all became too much so we stopped for a short break; off came the boots and we were here for the day… well that’s what we would have liked, it was so relaxing sitting here in the sun (it was only out for about five minutes); and then the clouds started to gather.

Two old biddy's having a rest
Two old biddy's having a rest

Soon we were back on the fields again with cattle and sheep grazing, so you had to watch where you walked, there was muck everywhere. After a few twists and turns we were soon at Catterick Bridge; we just had to take a picture of the race course, only it didn’t look too inviting with the storm clouds hanging over it.

Catterick Race Course
Catterick Race Course

Crossing the road and walking along the path beside the Swale, we soon found the perfect place for a break.
While we were resting, along came the duo from the trio; the odd guy said “oh how come you are in front of us, did you cheat?” Our response was “no, where did you go? And the woman said “we got lost and went into Richmond to join the path from there” The odd guy went on to tell us that some people including him, were unsure of the path above Colburn. Once he realised that we hadn’t had a problem they left rather sharply. He did like to be right all the time and in front…. So we let him.

As soon as they were out of sight we got our gear together and wandered off again, soon we left the Swale for good. Marching into Bolton-on-Swale we rested on one of the benches for two minutes before setting off across more meadows with bullocks, cows and sheep for company, more muck to re-sole our boots.

The wind became strong (Northerly) and we were getting hungry. We took a pit stop near the red brick bridge, to re-fuel our tired old bodies and help us trudge the long road into Danby Wiske.

Brenda M. met us in the car and we went off to Northallerton for afternoon tea. She had dropped her passenger (the woman’s husband) off at their B&B after a morning coffee together in Northallerton, hence she decided that we would enjoy this lovely town; we sure did, but then anywhere serving refreshments is a place to enjoy.
Back in Danby Wiske at the Old School House, we were welcomed by Frank like long lost friends.

The Old School House
The Old School House

We had two twin rooms and a bathroom between us. Tea and buttered buns with cheese in the guests lounge was served by Frank, who enquired if we would like to have dinner there as the Swan was not serving food yet (they will call up for a take-away for you). We took Frank and Doreen up on their offer.

With time on our hands before dinner, we strolled along to the small undedicated church and then back to the Swan for a quick half.

Danby Wiske Church
Danby Wiske Church

On the way we met Eric and his wife Pauline (she was his Sherpa). They were also staying at the Old School House.

Showers all round and down to dinner at 6.30, I’m sure that Eric has verbal diarrhoea, because he didn’t stop talking and asking questions throughout the meal. You could tell that I was not engaged in any of this conversation as I had finished my meal while the rest of them were eagerly looking at the food going cold on their plates.

At some point during the day I must have pulled a muscle in my right shoulder, because I was in agony, it could have had something to do with lugging cases up and down many staircases, because both Brenda’s cannot carry heavy things so it’s down to Jenny and me….. well Jenny now!!

Back in the pub, England were playing against Algeria; we got talking to a few locals plus Paul and Moya; as the game wasn’t too interesting we left on extra time 0:0 oh dear.

The Green at Danby Wiske with The Swan in the background
The Green at Danby Wiske with The Swan in the background

Maps and gps sorted for the morning and then chatting for ages and now it’s past our bed-time - 11pm.

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