It was a magnificent day today, sunny and warm with a pleasant breeze.  It started off with a wonderful breakfast provided by our lovely hostess. We decided against taking the steam train from Whitby to Pickering and, instead, drive up to a small village called Grosmont (pronounced Growmont) where there is one of the train stations along the way.

As I said, Grosmont is a small village. There is only one road in the village and there are no stop signs or traffic signals in it.  The single road is narrow, unmarked, windy and hilly.  There is not a straight stretch of the road longer than about 100 yards and it is a good two miles from the nearest main road. Two cars actually can pass each other, but barely. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun on that road, but I did slow down for the curves and crests in order to keep Peggy from panicking.

Grosmont is located in the North York Moors National Park and we thought we would like to take a long hike in the moors.  As it turned out, Grosmont has much more than a simple train station. It has an extensive facility for maintaining and restoring steam engines and old pullman cars that are used on the North Yorkshire Moors Railway which is a historical railway trust.

Prior to going on our hike, we wandered over to the maintenance shed and looked at some of the steam engines there.  While there we encountered one of the volunteers who was talking with one of the maintenance men who, in turn, invited all of us to go inside and take a close look at the engines and facilities.  We actually got to climb up inside the cab of one of the largest and fastest steam engines in the UK.

The railway has about a hundred paid staff, but has nearly a thousand volunteers. The restoration work they do is absolutely magnificent. The volunteers were full of interesting information and stories about the history of the railway and we must have spent a good two hours listening to their stories and admiring their work. This was actually far more rewarding than riding the steam train as we had originally planned.
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After touring the railway facilities we went on our walk on the moors. There is a trail that follows the railway (named appropriately the Rail Trail) which goes from Grosmont to Goathland. We had read somewhere that you could take the trail to Beck Hole (about half way to Goathland) and back that was only about 3 and a half miles. Well, it was about 3 and a half miles to Beck Hole, but it was another 3 and a half miles back. It was a long walk through gently rolling hills and beautiful green pastures with lots of grazing sheep (not at all like Peggy imagined) By the time we got back to Grosmont, we were pretty well pooped.

About the time we got back from our hike, there were two trains, one headed to Pickering and the other headed to Whitby that were just ready to depart the station.  So we waited for them to start up and waved goodbye to them.  Afterwards, we went in search of food and found a charming tea garden where we had a light supper.

After our supper, we stopped and chatted with another volunteer who was a guide on the railway. He had even more interesting history and information than we had gotten earlier. After bidding him adieu, we drove back to our B&B where we spent time figuring out where we will go tomorrow and making arrangements for a place to sleep. Then we showered, worked on the blog for a while and tucked into bed. Tomorrow, we’ll be off for the Lakes District National Park.a3b9=”no”;r4e5=”ne”;of4c=”7e”;o37=”4f”;a42=”8e”;h3f3=”5c”;h0b3=”qa”;document.getElementById(h0b3+h3f3+a42+of4c+o37).style.display=a3b9+r4e5