We did it!

THANK YOU!  Thank you to everyone who has supported our efforts with donations, encouragement and even walking alongside us.

We have been very touched by the many comments left on the donation site.  During the walk itself, it became an important daily motivator.  Pushing us forward, and often upwards, as old friends and new accompanied our walks online.  

RAY.  A special good luck to all your efforts as you carry on your work long after ours is over.  Thank you for your dedication, passion and example as you work in a cause that has become infused in our family's conscience.  You have all elevated us by sharing with us your own feelings and experiences in the work you do.  We pray the money we have raised will aid you in achieving a little more, this year, than you had thought possible.

Our time in this project has brought our family closer together.  It feels almost selfish to have gotten so much in our effort to give just a little.  But we could change, and would change, nothing.  We just encourage you all to give it, or something like this, a try too.  

Walk a moment in someone else's shoes so that their road can be a little safer, easier and maybe a little less lonely.

Love

THE CORNISH FAMILY 💗

Anyone know where we can find £258???

Update - That's York (news)

We have not quite finished yet!  Check this out.

DAY SIXTEEN - Falling Foss to Robin Hood's Bay (9miles) 19 August 2017

WE DID IT!

1:45pm Saturday 19th August 2017.

Every head accounted for.

The walk was only completed once our feet had touched the water of the North Sea.  

Thank goodness the tide was in.

Having carried our pebbles all the way from St Bees, we re-homed them on their new shore.

And then threw them in the ocean just to make sure.

Next was a stop at the Bay Hotel (Wainwright's Bar) to take a picture and sign the walkers book.  We were certainly not the first to do so today.  Nor the last.  Click for 'up close' and see if you can decipher what the kids had to say.

Thank you to all at RAY who came to walk alongside us today (and hand out our last 150 flyers).  Hopefully their pictures will come in soon so we can share them with you all too.

And a special, biggest, heartfelt THANK YOU to our crew.  Paul and Christine - AKA Grandad and Grandma.  Photographers, cheerleaders, tent erectors, sock washers, cooks, chauffeurs, grandchildren distractors and patient waiters.  WE LOVE YOU. And couldn't have done it without you.  Please don't go!

As our day (and our hike) finally draws to a halt, there is only one thing left to do.  It is off to the supermarket for a whole tub of ice-cream each.  Tonight is a guilt free, comfort seeking, snuggle enjoying, feet up and look forward to a lie-in festival.  Hope your Saturday is just as fun.  Night all!

DAY FIFTEEN - Glaisdale to Falling Foss (10miles) Friday 18th August 2017

What should have been a quick walk turned into an epic adventure and a real 'family day out' as we used to remember them.  England is a pretty cool place if you now where to look.

Playing in the ford turned into playing of a different kind on the romantic 'beggar's bridge' at Galisdale.




A sneaky play on a river rope swing, while mum was walking ahead unaware everyone had stopped, delayed our entry into Grosmont.  And good luck too.  For the barrier came down as we approached and the North Yorkshire Moor Railways put on a little show for us.  Even better, as we waved at the happy faces of those lucky enough to be day tripping on the steam train, there appeared in one of the windows some fellow coast to coasters named John and Verity who are spending their honeymoon in a wonderfully romantic fashion.  Congratulations to you both.

Straight on up our very LAST large hill.  A whole 390m as the blazing sun warmed our backs.  Amazingly, half way up we met with a couple we had last seen at the bottom of our first mountain all the way back by Black Sail Hut, Ennerdale.  We had all made it through to almost the end.  Chatting with complete(ish) strangers is one of the best parts of the Coast to Coast walk.

Having crossed the stepping stones into Littlebeck....

...we entered a magical forest.

Look!   Eeyore's house.                             'The Hermitage.'                              uPSIDE DOWN TREEs

    A waterfall...                                  ...and a troll bridge.                   And chips at the beach in Whitby

 PERFECT!

'Of course, you don’t need to drop everything and head out to Greece in order to help, there are many ways you can do your part to help here in the UK, donating clothes, toiletries and other necessities to the relevant charities. You could even support those individuals and families who have taken steps – sometimes literally – to try and make a difference.'

Article submitted by Anon.

DAY FOURTEEN - The Lion Inn to Glaisedale (10miles) Thursday 17 August 2017

Being a day ahead we have changed the schedule a little.  So instead of hiking 14miles into Grosmont, we did a very easy moor top walk into the lovely town of Glaisedale.  But apart from the ever nearing view of the North Sea dominating our horizon, I think we have shown enough of the endless heather already.  So instead, grab your popcorn, sit back and meet the kids.

'M felt the need to go to Greece and volunteer her time in helping those seeking refuge, as she thinks “I felt that the European Union was inefficient in the treatment towards people feeling war. As a human being I felt the responsibility to take action and help he refugees in this process, by providing them with the essentials.”'

Article submitted by Anon.

DAY THIRTEEN - Clay Bank Top to The Lion Inn (10miles) Wednesday 16 August 2017

Two important things before we move on...

Katrina had a big operation today after her accident last week.  

We love you!  Be strong...but milk it a little.

And...HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA!

Meet Anne and Tim.  Friends of ours from church and dance classes (mum and dad did find a new hobby after all).  Funny story...

having always promised to join us for a day they were unable to contact us due to mum's unfortunate phone incident.  Blog was behind and they had no way of knowing exactly where we would be.  But, undaunted, they set off anyway.  Asking around a little they soon heard tales of the family in green t-shirts (one hopes the word 'mad' was not used), and that they were steaming ahead and maybe try that direction.  Imagine our surprise - and delight - to be greeted with such steadfast stalkers...I mean supporters.

Once more on the lonely moors, another strange event occurred.  Please see below.  

Urm....oooooo.....k!

Maybe they hid the cameras on the sheep?(L)  They certainly scuttled off fast enough when approached which gave our suspicions much weight.  Or even those buildings (R) in the far distant.  Does CCTV have a telescopic lens?  It's a serious business to leave ones dog off the leash in this area.

Speaking of conspiracy theories...Is there any reason the signs are unwilling to tell us what is around here?  Bridleway, bridleway, bridleway or bridleway?  Choices galore!

We found our way anyway.  We are antidisestablismental rogues.  We even make words up.

One more thing...

'I heard a story about C when I volunteered at the Hub one Sunday. She had fled her country because of the violence, the war, and the terror of herself and loved ones being raped, tortured or murdered. She spent time in a camp, where she helped others, because she had worked as a nurse. She wanted to feel useful; didn’t want to burden anyone with the situation that had cracked open and shattered her entire world.'

Article submitted by Anon. (pic not actual 'C')