Rain overnight, but by the time of the walk a brisk wind with sun and scudding clouds.
Naturally, whilst gathering for the walk, the talk turned to the previous night’s Eurovision which was the usual mix of exciting, boring, and completely bonkers;
A gloriously sunny day with a chill wind in the car park, but very sheltered once into the woods.
We set off from the car park to stand near the water treatment works, where once lime kilns and a cottage with
A slightly later start than advertised on account of a very slightly geographically-challenged walk leader, but as there was a seat sheltered from the wind and it was pleasantly sunny and there were people to chatter to, no-one minded.
Outside of the
When I checked the walk on Monday it was very muddy. Tuesday it rained; rained on the mud. Mud. No rain on the day, but cold and damp with a chill wind.
Health and safety talk was very much about mud,
I drove across the moor road towards Liverton Mines, where we start, and the sunlight across the landscape was glorious with remnants of the overnight frost sparkling here and there.
And so was the walk really: Everything looked like this…
And felt
The Cat Nab car-park had just been cleared of debris from the recent extreme high tide by Council staff and it was overcast but pleasantly mild for the time of year…a perfect start to pointing at things whilst gently ambling
Great Britain has one of the most studied floras in the world but there is still more to find…
Whilst preparing for the walks in Whitecliff Wood this summer with the group from the Cleveland Ironstone Mining Museum I noticed something
It rained so much and was so windy early on Sunday that I half expected Saltburn Gill to have been washed out to sea by the time I arrived at 9.30am in the bottom car park. There was another 15
An overnight frost with a light breeze led to a chilly wait on the corner of Cleveland Street whilst everyone turned up for the 10am start. After a brief health and safety, followed by a quick whizz through the history
We all met up at the north end of Moorsholm (Britain’s best village, Britain in Bloom 2014) for 10 o’clock on Sunday morning…this was a bit of a stretch for me, as having been away in America the previous week