Sorry - published a day late but beaten by lack of phone reception and exhaustion last night so here goes..
After a great night's sleep in a motel on the side of the A1 (yes, really, the wonders of triple glazing) and an enormous Little Chef breakfast with mum and dad, I set off in perfect weather conditions. After yesterday's fiasco and having consulted my brilliant, expert navigator (Ben), I re-routed myself west of the A19. I have now accepted that no day is going to be straightforward and that my routes are never going to be set in stone as you just can't tell what it will be like until you start walking. Either i'll take a wrong turn (actually that's going to happen every day), the footpath will run out or a pavement / verge will disappear or the local council will decide to close a road and build a whole lot of new ones (that's happened 3 times so far and causes all sorts of navigational problems!)
Today's route took me across the inevitable muddy fields past bemused looking cattle, down long windy 'Mr' Men' lanes and endless bridges over roads and railway lines. I had my full back pack on today and I really felt the weight and I muttered quietly to myself as my blisters started playing up again. Eventually I hobbled into Selby, taking the pretty Trans penine Trail along the river and then, at long last, over the bridge into Barlby where I collapsed, sweating, on a bench. Another day done and I am greatly cheered at the thought of seeing York tomorrow - now I might just make Edinburgh!
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