Nat, is now making his way down the east coast of England and has been meeting up with family:
The past two weeks have been extremely contrasting.
In the first, I was on the clifftops of Yorkshire, where the majority of my family reside. My parents moved south more than thirty years ago but everyone else is still in Middlesbrough, Scarborough and the surrounding areas. This meant for some home comforts for a week and a lot of ferrying about as my grandparents and then my uncle acted as taxi to my starting points and from my finish points.
Progress was good with a lighter bag and the beaches and cliff tops as stunning as ever. I also found time for a couple of photoshoots and an in-studio appearance on Radio Yorkshire! For around the 100th time this walk I was introduced with “Do you fancy a walk? Well, this man has….”
Below Scarborough and towards Hull everything begins to flatten out and, as if in cahoots, the weather closed in too. Hence, for the past week I have been wrapped in a fog of rain. Visibility minimal and clothes sopping wet. As a result, my impressions of the Humber Estuary and below are a little skewed by the fact I saw very little of it.
What I did see however was my path blocked by a massive barbed wire fence on my way to Grimsby. I had walked several miles down a thin track by the river, enclosed in all sides but my 2006 map said there was a straight route through to Grimsby. A company has clearly decided they’d rather not let you do this, and so I ended up backtracking several miles and going the long way around.
I don’t know if it is a British thing, this need to enclose and bar and possess land, but a little British trust and hospitality, letting a pretty harmless walker wander through, would make my job one hell of a lot easier.