It seems like such a long time ago, especially having been working from home due to coronavirus for a year now, but I sitting at my desk at work, I happened to mention I fancied going wild camping. I work with plenty of brilliant people, two of whom are Angela and Beth. As it turned out, they also fancied a bit of wild camping and so we had the start of a plan! After synchronising diaries, and geeking out over the OS Maps app (ok, that was mostly me), we had a date and location in mind. Now it was time to prepare.
You may have noticed from some of my blog posts that, occasionally, I get a little confused with my navigation. From taking a bearing with the direction of travel arrow pointing in the opposite direction and squinting to try and find paths I can see in the real world but not on the map, to just generally doubting my map reading and decisions – I decided it was time to do something about it and booked myself on not one, but two navigation courses.
At the start of this year, my friend Flick was over from Ibiza. We decided to catch up whilst walking in the Lakes, because going from a pleasantly warm 12 – 15 degrees to single digits in Manchester wasn’t enough of a temperature change – close to freezing on the fells was what was required.
Back in August, I decided I wanted to take Rowan away for a couple of days before he started school. Rick doesn’t get as many holidays as me, so leaving him at home with Rocky and Pebble, we headed to North Yorkshire and the lovely seaside town of Whitby. Traffic on the A64 meant the drive took a lot longer than we thought, so we arrived much later than we had planned. We were determined to make the most of our time there though. After dropping our things at the bed and breakfast, we set out to explore the town.
This is the last of my posts about our holiday in Cornwall, but I couldn’t leave out the beautiful little cove at the bottom of the road where we were staying in St Agnes.
We found ourselves here a number of evenings and one drizzly afternoon. The cove itself is surrounded by high cliffs, at the top of which is the South West Coastal Path, but for each visit, we satisfied ourselves with exploring what the beach had to offer.