Starting Time: 9:40 AM
Finish Time: 3:45 PM
Total Milage: 12 Miles
Bed & Breakfast: Park House
When we rolled into Park House last night we could hardly walk. Everything hurt. I long distance walking friend of mine had told me before this trip that when he keeps a daily walk over long distances at 18 - 20 miles, blisters and body do well. It's after that 20 mile number that the body starts to really feel it.
The next day we prepared for our much shorter journey of 12 miles to Clay Bank Top. After a pleasant journey (all uphill mind you) through a beautiful stretch of woods, you suddenly break out into the open fields and begin the first day of traveling across the moors of England.
Although it was a shorter day there was a lot of elevation change...which essentially meant you went up atop one moor, walked across, and came down the other side only to then repeat the process again. There were some beautiful views up there though despite the wind.
At one point Gabriel was a distance ahead of me coming down a steep section...as he tended to do on steep sections. I slipped on a wet rock and slammed shin first into and exposed rock cropping. In 14 days of walking of the entire trip THIS was the most painful moment. I yelled out across the moors and then yelled for Gabriel. My son is something alright. Being 14 he likes to be a little smart alecky with me but whenever I stumbled or twisted my foot etc. he was quick to be a genuinely concerned son with a "Papa, are you alright"
Now, when I really needed him, he seemed to ignore my calls and continue to prance down the hillside.
I had to sit down for a couple minutes and then walk in circles a bit to "walk it off". Finally, the pained subsided and I continued down to where Gabriel was meeting me by a stile. I gave him a bit of an earful and he apologized not realizing I was really hurt. (I'm writing this entry 10 days after the incident and that shin is still bruised and sore)
We met up with our new Aussie friends who I forgot to mention had spent the evening at Park House the night before with us. The nephew, Rob, was making a tuna fajita in the field for lunch. We chatted a bit and then made our way. We would connect with them the following evening when we reached The Lion Inn.
|"Australian - Mexican food"??|
|Gabriel as Abraham Lincoln|
|We missed the trail here|
Gabriel and I had dinner a little later and then got to sleep early excited that tomorrow's walk to Blakey Ridge would be the shortest walk of the whole trip, which after the last two day's walk we were sure looking forward to.