It's Monday 29th October 18, myself and Brian Corlett are about to set off to walk from Filey to Bridlington in Yorkshire, however our long journey up to Yorkshire started yesterday on Sunday 28th. I travelled up from Kent and met Brian at York who had been visiting his Mum in Abergele North Wales the night before. To be in the right place for the start of today's walk, we decided to stay overnight in the charming village of Hunmanby just outside Filey, although I did have some alterer motives too.  So we slowly navigated our way north yesterday morning and when I mean slowly, I mean just that! it's a Sunday service and nothing seems to connect these days.  Although I am not moaning, a service, is better than no service. So turning the connection issue into a positive, my first alterer motive is that Scarborough has a good Micropub, the "Stumble Inn", not too far from the train station. Nearly a two hour stop over there gives us a good excuse to visit this delightful little place and we are made very welcome, which in my experience is the Yorkshire way. Apart from a great selection of ales, ciders, and something called Perry, :) they are in the process of having a cheese and crackers day with all proceeds going to the Yorkshire Air Ambulance, so we duly partake and for a nominal fee we are soon tucking into a selection of different cheeses and a couple of nice ales. This has started our trip off in the right vein and its now time to move onto my next alterer motive, the "Piebald Inn" in Hunmanby. A short train journey takes us onto this secret gem possibly more known locally than outside of Yorkshire, although from the reviews it's reputation is growing. The Piebald has a great following due to its best asset "Meat Pie's", these award winning creations, over 50 of them in total, (with a pastry base), are a piece of shortcrust heaven and for me a good pie is worth making the pilgrimage for. I have never been disappointed at the Piebald and there's always a nice portion, with the Green Thai Curry being my personal favourite, although I still have another 44 to try yet. :) So if you're ever in this area, give it a go.  My last alterer motive was to meet up with a good friend who I used to work with, originally from Kingston upon Hull, Phil Woodhead now lives at Bempton near Flamborough Head, which is not too far from Hunmanby. It's always a pleasure to see Phil and I used to enjoy our conversations at work, normally expressing the same dismay we had about certain working conditions. We always seemed to be on the same wave length and actually normally right too, but I suppose you just can't beat the system, although we did try. Even though our time was limited at the Piebald, it was great to see Phil hasn't changed and it was nice to catch up and hopefully we can do it again in the future. I would also like to say thanks to him for his generous donation to Demelza Children Hospice, it meant a great deal to me and I know it will mean a great deal to them too. So after saying goodbye to Phil it was now time to think about an early night for our walk the next day. 
So after a great nights rest at the superb Southgate Bed & Breakfast, another Hunmanby gem, which we can strongly recommend, we have arrived in Filey after another short rail journey, for the start of today's walk.

Brian, with Carr Naze in the background. Carr Naze is a peninsula of land made up of pure sandstone and limestone, it ends in a narrow rocky spit that runs from Carr Naze on the landward end out to Filey Brigg on the seaward end. The Romans knew this part of the coast well and in the late fourth century built a signal tower on Carr Naze, where soldiers watched for Saxon raiders. In local folklore there are two legends concerning the formation of the Brigg.  According to one of them it was built by the Devil, who, having lost his hammer in the sea, reached in for it with his hand but caught a fish instead. The Devil exclaimed, "Ah Dick!", which accounts for the name of the fish – Haddock. It is said that since then Filey Brigg has carried the marks of the Devil’s grasp on its shoulders. Another legend states that the rocks were the bones of a dragon, which terrorized the area but was outsmarted by the townsfolk, who drowned it when it dived into the sea to wash parkin (a Yorkshire cake) from between its teeth.