I see Robin Hood Bay!

That's Robin Hood Bay I see!
So much for the "all the climbing is done," we started up a hill this morning.  Thankfully my legs had returned to normal-sore but no pain-so I was able to get up the incline.  Once there we were rewarded with views of the moors for as far as we could see and were able to use old carriage and defunct and destroyed railway tracks to cover significant ground.  I told everyone that I could keep up today but was going to need frequent photo stops as the colors were all shades of muted greens and purples and the sunshine and cloudy skies made for magnificent shading.  While the weather wasn't anything I remember in Wuthering Heights, it was easy to imagine Heathcliff and Cathy racing across the landscape.  We encountered a few sheep but many more mother grouse - followed by the most adorable little chicks.  One stumbled onto the path before me, startled by my presence and of course startled me as he ran into the moors so that I missed the photo op.  Much of the trail was wide open but some was single file track through hip deep heather.  By Lunch we covered about 10 miles and at two crosses nicknamed fat Betty and Young Ralph, we got a good glimpse of the north sea.  We stopped to eat and decided to continue on as tomorrow's weather is not going to be as nice and any mileage covered today could be avoided in the rain coming on Saturday.  We passed a monk track, 28 miles of stones laid across the moors between two old abbeys.  This made it easy for them to travel In all sorts of weather.  On top of one moor, we got our first view of our final destination-Robin Hood's Bay.  It looks very pretty and of course we were elated (in some ways) to see the ending point. We passed some additional old stones and continued trekking on-at which point my thighs started to scream again.  Tonight we are at a posh country hotel in Goathland or something like that.  The place is famous for some tv show Heartbeat that I'm told is a British obsession. As I write this I sit under a drawing of Winston Churchill, which is in some ways fitting as the Brits and the French are commemorating the Dunkirk evacuation this weekend.  It is a huge story here as hundreds of small ships -including some which sailed 70 years ago-have journeyed back to France for ceremonies due to take place today.  Reminds me that you all are commemorating a holiday this weekend as well.  Hope you take time to remember as well as celebrate.