I’m hoping Joyce is safe at home in Brooklyn now. My return flight is scheduled for tomorrow, and I’ve been making my way to the Manchester Airport in stages with my big heavy bag — by train of course, but I do have to lug it now and then, and it makes finding a room a little more of a challenge.
I’ve had two nice days in Scarborough and one in York. The second evening in Scarborough I actually did some walking on the sand without my boots, something that didn’t seem like an option when we were in St. Bees and in Robin Hoods Bay, what with the weather and the high tide. My bootlaces, which seemed about a foot too long for me all through the Walk, turn out to be just the right length for tying the boots together and carrying them slung over the shoulder. York is crowded, maybe more than usual because of a big horse race, but I’m enjoying the museums and the old buildings, and at the moment I’m very grateful for the public library.
Thanks to everyone for your comments, and thanks to Joyce for setting this up — the walk, and the blog too. I’ve learned a lot.