Memory is a strange thing, isn’t it? I was sure I’d walked this walk with you, from Ruswarp to Whitby and back again. I even remember telling how I was like a drowned rat when the skies opened on the way back. Sitting in a puddle, eating a cheese sandwich and looking out of the pub window at the rain is not my idea of fun. The Guinness was good, but it was a sunny riverside setting I had in mind. Apparently my memory lies. Nowhere could I find that original post! Nor photos to accompany it. Strange tricks memory plays!
I walked this way again recently, with a sunnier ending, and this time I’m determined to share it with you. It’s tinged with sadness today, because it’s a year ago that Dad died. There was nothing he liked better, if he had company, than to whisk them into his car and off over the Moors to Whitby. Fish and chips and a pint and he was happy with life. He couldn’t walk far but was always fiercely independent (in a soft, gentlemanly way). The last time we were there together he parked the car on the cliff top. Somehow we ended up down at street level, and then were faced with the challenge of getting back up there again. I seriously doubted we’d ever make it but, with many pauses, we did.
Ruswarp is a charming village, a little over a mile inland from Whitby, along the River Esk. The Esk Valley Railway runs through the village and sometimes you’re treated to the sight and sound of steam. By the riverside you can hire rowing boats and canoes, and take canoeing lessons. This gentle walk is signposted off the main street and follows a stone pannierway, known locally as Monk’s Trod. Watch out for a bit of an uphill haul as you leave the river and approach Whitby, on the Esk Valley Walk.
You have a couple of choices for leaving the walk to enter Whitby. Last time I followed the Cinder Track but this time I opted for West Cliff. Either option will bring you close to Pannell Park and from there you’re close to the seafront, and the monument to the bombardment.
This is where Dad parked, close by the monument to James Cook, looking across to Whitby Abbey and near to the whalebone arch. I remember the relief with which he subsided onto a bench when we made it back up that cliff.
I was lucky to be heading downwards, admiring the views on the way. Into the ‘Screaming tunnel’, alleged to have been used by Dracula to frighten his victims, and out the other side. Best done in daylight.
Down on the harbourside the seagulls are in raucous control, while St. Mary’s church looks down with the serenity of centuries.
The swing bridge remains locked in position, while Whitby is full of its usual bustle. To escape the crowd for a while we duck into our favourite little eating place, tucked away in the quiet of Sander’s Yard. Healthy food, you’ll note! (I won’t show you his chips) And I only looked at the cup cakes.
Leaving the bucket and spade brigade behind, it’s time to carry on, past the marina and down to the very end of the car park. There you will find a footpath that runs between the railway and a boatyard. Hold on- you’re in for a treat! Look what’s coming!
It’s always a sight to gladden the heart, and I watch it disappear into the distance before turning my gaze back to the river. At this point we have lovely views back to Whitby, while ahead lies the 120 foot high viaduct, built to carry the Whitby-Scarborough railway. The route was closed in 1965 and the Cinder Track walking and cycling path I mentioned earlier now runs across it.
The River Esk was used to power corn mills in the village of Ruswarp, though the last closed in 1962. The weir built to channel water into a mill-race has been adapted to power a hydro-electric project on the south bank. As I follow the river, suddenly I can hear a whooping and a hollering. Looking over the hedge I’m amused to see what looks like a scene from ‘Swallows and Amazons’. The schoolkids are having a whale of a time.
I’m almost back to my start point when there’s the hoot of a whistle behind me. Spinning round I’m delighted to see the engine racing along, black steam pouring from its funnel. Steam trains don’t stop in Ruswarp, but slow at the level crossing where our trail ends.
Five minutes later and we’re back on the riverbank, where we began. I hope you enjoyed coming along with me.
Yesterday we did what Dad would have wanted. The family got together in a pub that he liked, and we talked and we laughed. It was easy to imagine him there with us. Today it’s all just memories. God bless, Dad!
Thank you all for your company. I hope you can find a little more time to visit these walks that people have kindly contributed. If you’d like to join in, details are on my Jo’s Monday walk page. I’ll make you very welcome. Time to put the kettle on now.
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Many thanks to you all, and wishing you a great week!
Lovely memories of your father. Years ago, I was lucky enough to stay in Whitby for about three weeks, and I absolutely loved it. Fun to go around with you.
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It was about 45 minutes drive from my north east of England home, Laurie, and a place we always loved. Many thanks for your company 🤗
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Well told, Jo, and such a nice remembrance of your father.
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It seems so long ago, Lynn, and my life now is so different. I think he would have approved the move, but he would have liked me to have more involvement with my Polish family.
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That’s some walk and a great tribute to your Dad. What wonderful memories you must have of making that walk with him. Thank you for taking us with you and helping us see it through your wonderful photography.
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I so enjoyed retracing my steps with you on that walk, Anne. Dad’s been dead now for 4 years but he left some wonderful memories behind. Many of them are on this blog. I switched to Still Restlessjo and a slightly different format last year, but it’s still just me…walking. Thanks a lot!
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Thanks for taking me to Whitby with your Dad Jo x
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This is quite an old post Brian. I think Thom kindly tweeted it. Dad used to love his fish and chips in Whitby 😃😃 x
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I am glad I got to see it Jo x
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Thanks, hon 🙂 🙂 It’s been a busy day of hill walking and I don’t have a lot of time for WP. Will catch up when I can.
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Such a beautiful and poignant walk Jo a lovely tribute to your dad, Whitby has always been one of my favourite places to visit! What a gorgeous day you had for your walk! Hope all is well and the sunshine is continuing! Xx 😃
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I think summer ended today, Rosemay. It poured all morning but lots of people will be very thankful. Many thanks darlin xx
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Oh sorry to hear that Jo 😟 Weather broken here too rain and much cooler so back in jeans etc! By the way our daughter had an amazing time in Sagres – she’s been to Portugal a couple of times before but not that region and she says she’ll be back. Loved the area, the people and had a great time at the surfing school! Have a lovely weekend in spite of the rain at least the gardens will be happy xx 😃
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Glad she enjoyed it. Our wedding anniversary today so a little rain didn’t dampen our spirits xx
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Great memories of your dad, Jo. It’s been just over fifteen years since my dad passed on. It’s good to remember the good times, isn’t it? Love your shot of the approaching train and also those youngsters having fun. 🙂
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Sorry Ad- I’ve been really out of the loop lately and don’t know when I’m going to catch up. My son and his partner and little boy were here with us in Tavira and it’s been such a lovely time. WP has definitely taken a back seat. Thanks, darlin. Speak soon. 🙂 🙂
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Well, me too. So glad you’re having a good time with your family. xx
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I hope this will reach you. I’m sitting in the Azulejo museum as I read this. You can picture the scene with the sun filtering through the cafe xx
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Lovely photos, lovely day, lovely walk, lovely reminder of your father. Really nice.
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Thanks, darlin! 🙂 Seems so long since we sat on that cliff top together.
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What a great Idea to share the walks and I`d really like to join in. Here is a link to my walk https://depraton.blogspot.si/2017/10/dolina-reke-malte-maltatal-valley.html
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That’s wonderful, Nadja. Thanks very much 🙂 🙂
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Sending you hugs. I’m glad the sun was shining for you and your family
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Thank, Ting 🙂 🙂 Autumn has been kind to us so far.
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Tolle inspirierende Bilder, danke Jo.
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Guten tag, Ernst! Danke schon 🙂 🙂
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That’s strange that you can’t find that post. Maybe it’s lost somewhere in the archives. That happens after you’ve been blogging for so long. Such sweet photos of your dad. I’m sure he was with you every step of that lovely walk.
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I think he probably was, Julie. 🙂 🙂 I do have a backlog of walks I mean to share, and sometimes I change my mind, or make it up at the last minute, so I’m presuming that’s what happened, and I just think I wrote it. Can’t figure out which gremlin stole the photos though. Definitely mischief afoot 🙂
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What a feast of images, and especially the snazzy boating type to set us on our way. Lovely thoughts of your lovely dad. A hug to sooth your sadness 🙂
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Thanks, Tish 🙂 🙂 I definitely had something to take my mind off Monday when Monarch went bust! Putting all our eggs in Mr. Ryanair’s unreliable basket.
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Ooh! That’s a bit of a worry. I wish you could go everywhere by boat…
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