Well, I just walked the Cleveland way in North Yorkshire. 170km's of awesome views. I swear at one point a came across the rocky crag that Bal Sagoth posed for their (old) biography pictures. Anyway, my calf muscles can now crush cars and I now know that Cleve is an old word for cliff and it was those same cliffs that I climbed for days that also repelled the Vikings apparantly keeping that part of Yorkshires gene pool "pure". However, I think some of the people I met in certain parts are a little "Too pure" in a Deliverence kind of way.
Anyway...cool trip. Here's some pictures.
