A Dangerous Walk, a Fitbit and 26,000 Steps

Goathland near Whitby on the North Yorkshire moors is probably best known for an old T.V. series called Heartbeat as the series was filmed there. I know it best for walks and as I hiked in the footsteps of my ancestors I thought I heard them calling through the ages of time. Then I realised it was the ‘Princess’ telling me that it wasn’t a route march and to slow down, well it wasn’t a Lama 🙂

 

During our intrepid journey we had already diced with death as Sheep appeared to hurl themselves at the car and my angel suggested I shouldn’t be taking pictures of the M.O.D missile warning station, I mean really, it’s hardly concealed, but I did keep an eye out for Navy Seals or even the SAS just in case 🙂

 

There used to be eighty foot Golf Balls here but they were replaced by an Aztec Temple which has something to do with missiles and nothing to do with sacrificing virgins which was a great relief to the local population. Anyway I digress, having survived the journey and slowed my pace we settled into a rhythm and followed the river Esk along with the steam railway through Beck Hole and passing the church into Grosmont.

 

On our way back there were a lot of plants and someone suggested they may be wild garlic, never one to miss the chance of food I scrunched some up had a smell and a lick, it smelled like Garlic, but didn’t taste so good. Then someone googled it and said,  ‘it’s poisonous.’ I didn’t take much notice as I heard a train coming.

 

I survived nature’s attempt at ending my days and as we had already covered about 15 kilometres I was glad to know we were on the final leg. The bridge over the river reminded me of the Rickety Bridge Song from Tingha and Tucker (sadly I could only find the classic ‘Boomerang Song’).

 

Ahhh! I forgot the Fitbit (this is why no one will employ me as a content writer). One of us has a Fitbit and apparently we did 26,000 steps, 11.6 miles and climbed 66 flights. I said that was truly amazing and was then told that I was sarcastic, me? 🙂 So I survived, the sheep, the MOD and the poisonous plants not to mention the bridge. If you ever visit the North Yorkshire Moors the walk is worth the effort, seriously (for once 😘)