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Fylingthorpe has seagulls, the coast is near. Soon their sound was replaced by the possibly similar one of children en mass at Fyling Hall School. It has a view to the sea south of Robin Hood’s Bay and should encourage some budding naturalists because on the doorstep is a sequence of good woods. Just the thing to test out the school’s motto ‘The days that make us happy make us wise’.

High Park Wood shows the influence of planting with a range of rhododendrons. Under these there was a colourful mix of primroses, bluebells, violets, geraniums, ferns and lords and ladies.

Oak Wood comes next and you see this mainly from above, the oaks stood out as the half of the canopy still quite bare. A track drops down into the trees to the tinkle of streams and the chatter of birds and at the bottom, on Ramsdale Beck, there's a cottage with a thirty foot diameter waterwheel.

Carr Wood is the prettiest, it had a lovely light through the birch and a pale delicate ground cover notably from the white flowering stitchwort. ‘Modestly white’ is how Richard Mabey describes them in his Flora Britannica. The plant gets its name from a supposed remedy for sharp pains.

Not that you’re likely to get a stitch on this modest stroll, it’s quite easy going and continues in style over some high windy pastures. Here grazed belted cattle pale banded across their middles. A lapwing chased a crow and the tracks are sandy. We’d been on a loop inland through the woods so were a mile or two from the water and six hundred feet above it. Savour the sea views, a bowl of blue with high ground each side.

The first farm buildings you come across cannot be savoured. The main construction must have been architecturally weird when made, now it’s even stranger with its modern ad-lib ad-ons, and the place is a horribly messy broadcaster of waste agricultural plastic that has spread down the lane.

After a fine house, the return is along the abandoned Whitby to Ravenscar railway line. And I can’t think of an easier last mile, the track so smooth, the slope so slight, the slope downhill. A tree-top level embankment gets you up into the branches, a cutting will hold any heat, a cyclist cruised by, local dog walkers circulated and we were back with time for a paddle half a mile down the road at Robin Hood’s Bay.