Head says walk, but legs aren't having any of it.... (Day 3)

I awoke with a feeling that my legs appreciated the rest for the night at least. Straight downstairs to give my thanks once again to my host and off in a taxi back to Stockton again.

10am the whole day ahead of me, asking myself if I should walk a bit further today or not. I decided not to. I went back to my seemingly second home of the library and did my research of where to go to next and there after etc. Looking at the map there wasn't really anywhere that stood out, well within a reasonable distance at least. So feeling a bit perplexed, I jumped to my emails to have a look and one of my good friends (Becky) must have done her own bit of research too. She pointed out that Northallerton was only 24miles away, and it had a library, my most favourite place in the world! So a quick jump over to Google and sure enough 24miles it was, predicted walking time of a little over 6hours. Even though I felt revitalised after my awesome night’s sleep, it still seemed a mountainous task, I’ll leave it for tomorrow I told myself.

The day itself wasn’t particularly interesting but the weather was shocking!, the rain battered down and all I could think of was my belongings in a bush somewhere. 7pm soon came round, and back to the police station, to give a big thank you to the desk clerk who organised the place the night before, but there was obviously an ulterior motive for going back in... More help possibly? Unfortunately she said there’s nothing they could do for me, but she said I could stay in the waiting room through night as cover and warmth. Wasn’t the most attractive thought, but heck it was by far the best option I had.

For the next few hours I got the nations supply of hot chocolates and biscuits from the ladies in the office which was incredibly nice of them and I tried to rest my head and get a few hours sleep, but to no avail. So it was around 1am and seeing that the rain had stopped, I decided to go an investigate my ‘bush bags’ situation. I got where I left them and the ground was awful, the rain obviously hit hard down here. I finally located my things and there it was still perched up, my umbrella, and it had done a sterling job as well. High five to myself for thinking of doing that. By the time I got back to the police station it was 2:30am, where a hour and a half went I have no idea, but I was feeling sleepy, so I capitalised on that a got a couple of hours in. Zzzz

Day 3 over and out.