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People ask me if I’ve ever repeated a route, no, but bits of them yes, and so with this one for the first mile or two. And they ask if I’m going to run out of routes, no, the more you do the more you imagine, plus there's the Right to Roam, and this is one of those. So when we got to where we reached in 2004, and were set on a shooters’ track, out came the binoculars to scan Commondale Moor for a return line.

We tracked on, over North Ings Moor, cut through a long line of standing stones and to our pleasure got a sea view. And to our irritation came across the first of a number of signs and painted rocks that should by rights be gone, as they read/imply you shouldn’t be here, as in pre-right to roam.

A valley opened up as we took a ridge, another valley, a new view, it’s not the shock of the new after a decade of doing this, it’s another notch, a honing of the pleasure.

By now we’d reached a place between Wayworth and North Ings moors and to avoid any road work looked for the way down we’d previously guessed at. It was good, a mown strip through the heather and grasses, an access route for grouse shooters, passing a line of luxury butts and cutting across the fascinating Park Pale dyke. The only grouse was that acrid smoke from heather burning had settled in the valley, blurring the clarity of the blue moon-hung sky.

Time now for thanks to the people who have been important to me in this job the last decade. First and foremost to Victoria, my navigator, who has kept me on track, and second to Julian Cole of the York daily, The Press, who hasn’t tried to keep me on the straight and narrow. As my minder at the paper all these years he could have blunted my barbs and smoothed all my choppy syntax, but he hasn’t and that has given me confidence. And thanks to you, reader/walkers for not writing in to complain at any and every mistake, thereby forcing me to write stories heavy with self-protective qualification. And remember if you don’t get lost now and then you haven’t lived, but take that compass, which reminds, don’t want my gold one yet. Hope you’ve enjoyed the walks, I have, lots.