Day 11: Reeth to Richmond - 10.5 miles

Days
What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but in days
From Philip Larkin

 

Although the Lakes were hard, they gave us a focus. You concentrate on each rise. You make it to the top. You feel a sense of achievement – and you are rewarded with glorious views. I miss the Lakes. The walking may be easier now, but the walk feels more of a trudge. We have no choice but to live in this day; live in this landscape. Each day, after all, takes us closer to Robin Hood’s Bay, and the end. Don’t get me wrong. Swaledale is beautiful, but I miss, perversely, the climbs.

Who'd have believed it!
Who'd have believed it!

Yes, we're on the right road
Yes, we're on the right road 

On holiday at last
On holiday at last

We are lucky. My knee is fine. Not one of us has developed a blister. We make good miles. As Richmond spreads welcoming below, I listen to the catchy upbeat ‘Twelve stops and home’ by The Feeling. A shower and a sleep, and I feel as good as new. We head into Richmond, and do what normal people do on holidays, chill out in the charming, cobbled market place of Richmond with a newspaper and a drink. Bliss!