Weekend in Whitby
Last weekend was my youngest daughter's birthday and she decided that we would spend it at Whitby. Her sister booked a cottage for the weekend and off we went. The weekend weather forecast was fair - cloudy but dry.
Base camp for the weekend. I was in the attic.
The cottage was in Church Street, the old part of the town. It is usually very busy as it leads to the 199 steps that go up the cliff to the abbey.
Early morning it is very quiet.
It is a bit of a challenge for the binmen. He isn't coming down, he is reversing up as there is no way to turn round at the top. He also has an S-bend to negotiate! Rather him than me.
Henrietta Street, which carries on from Church Street.
The botoom of the 199 steps . . .
. . . and the top of the 199 steps.
The day we went up the abbey was closed so I had to make do with this one picture taken over the wall. When I say 'went up' I mean by car. Any walking uphill I leave to Mr Allington.
Back to Church Lane, where there are some nice shops. Not sure what this is but my two daughters spent a long time in it! Did you spot the photographer?
An old-fashioned sweetie shop . . .
. . . and a photographer's studio where you can get dressed up in Victorian clothes and kid you are Judy Dench.
There are also plenty of pubs. Two next door to each other here.
One thing that Whitby is not short of is seagulls. You don't need an alarm clock. Around 5 am all hell breaks loose.
This one appears to be a foot shorter than the other gulls!
Is it me, or do you think this is an evil-looking gull? This was in the car park where I left the car and when I went back a couple of days later it had turned from red into red with large white spots all over it. Cost me a fiver when I got home to run it through the car wash.
I think that this is one of those ideas that come up about closing time in the pub. Someone said that it would be a good idea to stick a model owl on the chimney pot to frighten off the seagulls. Don't look like it. In fact this seagull appears to think that it is being protected by it. Back to the drawing board!
For those of you who don't know the town we'll go for a walk. The town is cut in two by the River Esk running through the harbour. It is crossed by the swing bridge, which has been opening and closing more than a century.
Over the bridge and down the street towards the pier. On the left is the Magpie Cafe. According to at least one TV chef this place serves the best fish and chips in the country. I wouldn't know as I have never had any from there.
St Mary's Church. It has one of the largest churchyards in the country and is where Bram Stoker had Count Dracula doing all sorts of nasty things in his novel. There are two Goth weekeneds in Whitby every year.I don't know what goes on at these events but it appears that some of them used to drape themselves over the graves to have photographs taken.
Notices are now up at the entrance to the churchyard requesting that no photographs are taken due to these actions causing offence to relatives of the people buried there and this has caused the vicar to be sent hate mail. It is not known whether it is Goths or photographers doing that.
The beach from the pier . . .
. . . and the North Sea. You don't often see it this calm.
The abbey and church on the cliff.
You can get up to the abbey by road and from the churchyard you can get some great photo opportunities. it's a pity about the haze. The harbour with the River Esk running into it.
West Cliff. The statue is Captain Cook, who started his seafaring life in Whitby. His boat, Endeavour, was built in Whitby. It was a collier built originally to take coal to London. To the left of the statue is the whale bone arch commemorating of Whitby's whaling past.
Whitby still has a fishing fleet.
A couple here look as thought they are going through a hard time.
These two look more prosperous.
Shipbuiding is still hanging on. This is the last yard still in operation.
There's more yachts than fishing boats these days.
The end of two beautiful days. The weather had been much better than forecast and Leeds United had just walloped Middlesbrough. A glorious weekend.
On the way home we made a short detour to the little village of Runswick Bay, once a fishing village now used for weekenders and holiday lets.
You need to be friendly with your neighbours here as you live very close to them.
It might look like the Mediterranean but it's North Yorkshire in March. Who would believe it?
Well, that's it. The end of a smashing weekend. I hope you enjoyed the trip - we did.
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