Turn Right At Liverpool And Keep Walking- Day 93 – Withernsea To Aldbrough – 18 June 2019

Arriving in Withernsea once more, it was much more pleasant in the June sunshine (the first we have had after a couple of weeks of rain), and the scaffolding had been removed from the castle, making it look a little less like Planet Hulme


The gardens next to the promenade were once the site of a freshwater lake, which connected to the Humber, but coastal erosion has played havoc with this coast and much has been lost to the encroaching sea.


Infact 800 yards offshore from here is the site of St Peter, Owthorne, which was lost to erosion in the early 19th century.

It is a sobering thought to realise that 200 years ago, this coast was once well inland


The accessibility of the coastline, meant that much of today’s walk was away from the shoreline, and unfortunately along roads, which takes much of the pleasure away from the trek. The weather was pleasant, and the scenery attractive, if a little flat, which gave some compensation, as well as an unusual war memorial in a garden


Just past Roos, I passed a path marked, Prime Meridian trail, my map showed a path along the clifftop for a mile or so, so it looked a worthy detour, especially if I came out at the last point of the Prime Meridian in England. The path also looked much more tempting to follow than the road.


At the end, was a glorious deserted beach.


This despite it was next to a caravan site, of course it was deserted because the cliffs meant it was inaccessible, and, moreover the evidence of erosion was all too clear, and I had to carefully navigate the path, which had times almost reached the broken through to the field side.


Eventually the path just gave up, and had collapsed, which meant I had to trace my path back to the main road, through the caravan site. A three mile detour for little reward, apart from seeing a fine, if inaccessible beach.


Back onto the road then, and passing very little bar fields, and St Nicholas Church, Grimston, which boasts a Saxon font


Unfortunately, I was not going to risk another diversion as I was already behind schedule, and planned now to stop my journey in Aldbrough, as a bus was timetabled to Hornsea at 15:15. I let the earlier bus back to Withernsea pass me on the road, and consulted my timetable to realise that was the last bus, the 15:15 being school holidays only.

Arriving in Aldbrough I passed an evangelical house, and phoned for a taxi, googling Taxi , Aldbrough as you would. Only there are two Aldbroughs here, the other being a suburb of Hull, leaving me to be stung for an expensive taxi.


Finally arrived in Hornsea, which is much prettier than I remember it, and my mood despite all the setbacks was buoyant,  I caught the bus back to Beverley, passing through Catwick which is one of the only 14 doubly thankful villages in England. A thankful village is one where none of the village men was killed in the First World War, doubly thankful being no casualties in either World War. In Catwick , 30 men went to war in the First War. Each man nailed a coin to a wall next to a lucky horseshoe inside the Blacksmith’s forge, each one returned alive, so the 30 who went to war between 1939 and 1945 did the same and all returned safely.


The Blacksmith (John Hugill and the coins at Catwick , copyright John Hugill (his grandson)

There are 51 thankful villages in England and Wales, and only one in the whole of France.

A good day, 13 miles covered.


Copyright 2019 Allan Russell



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