We had another small excursion, all in the name of research, to a place I have always wanted to go to ever since I read Dracula as a young teenage Goth. My dad had read it years before when he was in the navy and got that spooked by it he threw it overboard! Sorry Bram.
Whitby is a small fishing town in North Yorkshire. We almost stumbled onto it as we kept shouting about not being able to see the sea despite the fact we had nearly driven across the country.The town seems to nestle into its surroundings.
It is so picturesque that my rubbish pics don’t do it any justice at all.
Getting there early is a must because toward lunchtime the place is heaves with visitors. Queues form in roped off areas, like eager nightclubbers on a Saturday night, outside the copious Fish and Chip cafes and restaurants. After wrestling with an aggressive giant seagull to save my scampi, we decided to cross the swing bridge and nosy around the little lanes and streets. I found a lovely shop called ‘The Owl and the Pussycat’ which sold vintage clothes and jewellery, not at inflated prices. After parting with cash and clutching bags, we decided to head toward, ‘the ruins’ or St Mary’s Church. Being too unfit to walk the 199 steps that lead from the town to the church, we drove up and parked.
The weather was very mild, almost summery, but from this cliff top it must be wretched in winter. The North sea storms must batter it, but the ruins and church just about cling on. There have been reports of landslides and bones being found from the graveyard that is adjacent to it. We have agreed to wrap up warm and return then to experience it and watch out for any shipwrecks off the coast…