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Saturday, 3 August 2019

Whitby

“I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”
Bram Stoker, Dracula

 
Last week I went on an adventure to Whitby with my family. A full week of English sunshine. Very heaven. We stayed in a pretty little cottage on a pretty little street, just two back from the main part of the town. We had no idea we were so close to the harbour, in all honesty, when we booked. But we had seen we had a cracking view of the Abbey from the attic bedroom window. Be still my gothic heart. I dreamed Dracula passed through the keyhole of our front door and materialised in the house. A trip. 




I mean, have a word! I did spend some time shouting out of that window "Listen to them! The children of the night!" But it turns out it wasn't howling wolves, just exuberant gulls.


We had a little sitting-out spot under a pear tree at the front of the house. This house was just over from us, and it held our attention. It's designed like a ship. And we watched some absolute legend push his motorcyle through the front door. To park it. Respect.



What about that wood carving, aye? Oooph.



Whitby Harbour, from the bridge looking towards our favourite pub of the visit, The Endeavour. 

From a set of arches mimicking the Whale Bone arch, these found at Pannett Park which was also home to the Museum.

We took a day trip out to the Moorland Visitors Centre and had a walk around the woodland there and enjoyed a tea in their pretty tea room. Ideal for little one who is 6. We drove over the Denby Beacon which was epic and covered in vibrant purple heather. I failed to get a single photograph of the actual Moors, and I didn't even get out of the car to sing Wuthering Heights by Kate Bush at the top of my lungs, which I consider a Serious Life Regret.




Pennies for wishes thrown off the bridge into the stream.




Strange natural things like this remind me I'm on a rock in space.



Stars, caught.


We made the climb up the 199 steps. Not as laborious as I expected, even on the stupendously hot day we chose to do it. I got very romantic about the Abbey. This amazing human achievement, reclaimed by nature and degrading in front of our eyes with the salt from the sea carried on the wind biting into stone. The active church of, St Mary was absolutely beautiful as well surrounded by beautiful graves.

Grave stone spotting like a true Gothic, obviously. The demonic babies are clearly the best part.







We enjoyed the rockpools at Robin Hood's Bay. We saw a bright red sea anenome and several crabs. Extremely exciting to our small minds.






Runswick Bay was easily our favourite beach. The sand was clear, not even a strip of seaweed or a twig to be seen, and the water was beautifully transparent. I managed to get up to my waist, and really intended to swim, but the cold was truely overwhelming. I failed to get a picture of this beautiful spot because I was having so much fun taking it all in. The pub was the only feature of the tiny hamlet, and the beer was cold and delicious and the food was proper. The only downside was the hover flies constantly trying to commit suicide in my pint.


We went out to Staithes too, and it was too gorgeous to be true. And we found an ammonite! What more? 






All in all, a wonderful trip!

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