Dawdon (Nose’s Point) to Crimdon Dean 12.3.25

The rather clumsily named Nose’s Point is a small promontory east of Dawdon, where up until 1991 all coal waste from the local colliery was unceremoniously tipped over the cliffs on to the beaches below. It is said that this practice created an expanse of slag three miles out to sea. Fortunately, the site has now been reclaimed – wildflower meadows have been restored, ponds have been created for wildlife and marine life has returned to the area in abundance. We start walking from the carpark – walking into the sun and with a tail wind – all good.

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Crimdon Dene to Seaton Carew 11.3.25

We phone and ask if we can leave the car in the caravan park, as it’s very low season and the place is a ghost town – the woman on the other end of the phone almost gleefully says no. So it’s an Uber that drops us just inside the entrance, and we spend a bit of time lurking around, looking in a few caravan windows and trying to find the path that will lead us down to the coast.

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Dormanstown to Middlesbrough 9.3.25

Now a down-at-heel suburb of Redcar, the houses in Dormanstown were originally built in 1920, to house hundreds of workers employed by the Dorman Long Iron and Steel works – the company responsible for the building of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. No vestiges of this past glory can be seen as we set off in the grey mist towards the A1085.

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Arnside to Longhowe End (Derby Arms) 4.1.25

Not such a lovely day as yesterday but not raining – a good start. Finding ourselves at Arnside railway station, we cross the railway bridge and head off down a permissive path which runs northwards, parallel to the road. The route around the estuary will be quite complicated today, particularly because we will be trying to avoid waterlogged fields and flooded footpaths.

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Silverdale to Arnside 3.1.25

After a hearty breakfast with my sister and her husband, we set off from West Lancashire, hoping to arrive in Silverdale in time for a five mile walk before sunset. The village stands on Morecambe Bay near the border with Cumbria and consists of a collection of pretty grey stone buildings, a parish church, a hotel and post office. Twenty of the buildings are listed and one former resident of note was the comedian Victoria Wood.

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Staithes to Skinningrove 28.11.24

We phone an Uber to take us to Staithes as there is no direct bus. The driver is from Irak and we get to hear a little of his story. Fleeing from the chaos in his country with his family, he managed a string of temporary jobs and eventually embarked on a four year Computer Science course at Hull University. After finishing a Masters, he now hopes to start a PhD. His wife has just recently completed her medical training and is now a qualified GP. Their two children are also planning to study Digital Learning and AI next year. It warms the cockles to meet such a resourceful family, taking refuge in the UK and working so hard to contribute to our society. Strangely enough his English is not great……………but then I am an English teacher and maybe a bit critical..

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Withernsea to Kilnsea 27.9.24

A severe storm in Withernsea last night does not show any signs of abating, although this morning there’s not quite as much rain. Our Bnb is the last house on the promenade, with nothing in front of it to stop the gale force wind pounding the leaky front windows – needless to say we didn’t get a lot of sleep. Bracing ourselves for the short walk over to the cliff top, our minds are quickly made up as to which way to go – there is no footpath along the cliff edge and even if there was, I would not be taking any chances with such a ferocious headwind.

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