Staithes is an old fishing village nestled at the base of
neighboring bluffs. Its main street is called, oddly enough, High Street,
although there is nothing high about the village. Narrow passageways
predominate. There are a few shops catering to tourists, but not many tourists
can crowd into the picturesque village. I was one of the lucky ones.
The route to Runswick Bay required a steep climb to the top
of the bluffs, which the Cleveland Way skirts between farmfields and
precipitous cliffs. The scenery is lovely on a fine day.
Runswick Bay is much the same as Staithes, except that it
has a long, wide beach during low tide. The beach pretty much disappears at
high tide, and warning signs and tide tables abound. Someone walking along the
mile-long beach could easily get caught between the cliffs and the incoming
tide. I didn’t go any farther than the pub.
Runswick Bay also has a very upscale residential area,
well-maintained and inviting.