From Carrock Fell to the Cleveland Way

In the days before the Carrock Fell race, I had been looking forward to running beneath clear skies, in light winds and possibly even a little sunshine. The forecast was good, the race a low key affair on the northern fells and the route promising a fast run over the tops with a long and faster still finish along the ridge to Calebreck. The forecast was wrong - the race photographer noting his heavy tripod was simply blown over in the freezing wind and the buffeting making many of his shots too blurred to use - the run across the tops a brutal slog into a fierce, bitter wind though the final descent was as expected, a fast blast down the ridge, finishing 26th in 48.04, and rewarded with free tea and cake. All good. A week later and on a coastline not noted for its warmth, it seemed summer had very suddenly arrived.
After running this coastline through the winter months in every possible type of winter weather, I paused frequently, simply enjoying the calm beauty of the day.
Passing Sandsend, the tide low...
...before heading up onto the cliffs, following the Cleveland Way towards Kettleness...
...and continuing, crossing the beach at Runswick Bay, passing Staithes soon after and eventually dropping into Skinningrove, running the last mile or so on tarmac. Hitting the high street in Loftus, a bus pulled in as if awaiting my arrival. It's rare but sometimes everything just happens as you hope.

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