Robin Hood's Bay

Robin Hood’s Bay revealed itself to be a charming and quirky little town.  The Bay Town’s connection with the great man is uncertain but is supposedly where Robin Hood retired now and then to live as a simple fisherman and escape from his nemesis the Sheriff of Nottingham.  What is clear is Bay Town’s connection with the sea – from smuggling days where cottages were connected underground via cellars and sewers to assist the passage of contraband, to its heroic seafaring tradition.  The village has a rich history in rescuing sailors from ships foundering along the jagged coastline.

The Bay Hotel and Wainwright's Bar - finishing point for the Coast to Coast walk

Views of Robin Hood's Bay

Views of Robin Hood's Bay

It was just as well we walked into the Old Town as soon as we arrived in Robin Hood’s Bay because by the time we’d hauled our tired selves back up the steep slope to Cote Bank B+B there was no way we could have walked any further.  Dinner was in the seaview restaurant at the nearby Victoria Hotel and then to bed, cozy in the knowledge that we didn’t have to get up to walk tomorrow and poor little blistered feet could finally get bandaged up and have time to heal.

And as for my shoes – the battered little shoes got me to Robin Hood’s Bay and held together (thanks to superglue and tiling adhesive) without the indignity of having to be tied together with string or exchanged for the spare pair of sandals I was forced to carry in my pack all day just in case.  That said it took only a slight tug for the soles to finally break away so the brave little shoes held together just long enough to see the end of the trail.

In Memoriam - poor little shoes - may they Rest In Piece(s)

And as a fitting end, the little shoes have been laid to rest in Robin Hood's Bay with my eternal thanks!