Weekend on the North East Coast

There is something so very English about stormy skies and churning seas, thick salty fog that wraps itself around everything at night and fish and chips. We really enjoyed our visit to Captain Cook Country during which we experienced all of the above. Our drive up was very foggy- and the fog was really so thick by the decent into Robin Hood's Bay that I somewhat panicked as we headed into white clouds at a 25 degree slant. Once we got the the bottom of a steep and windy road the fog cleared just enough for us to be able to find our quaint accommodation.

ROBIN HOOD'S BAY

It was a tiny room done completely in wood with every amenities you could want. Especially because it was so close to the sea, and you could hear the waves lap up against the sea wall at night it felt like being safely snug in the bowels of a ship.

We had a little garden where we could eat and spend time looking out over the little town below, but it rained more or less every time we were out, so we didn't really get a chance to properly enjoy it.

The main gathering spot a the bottom of the hill. Our little 'hideaway' was up the hill, across the road to the right of the white house (roughly from the spot where I'm taking the picture). There were all sorts of traditional clog dancers all over the place. Can you spot them?

Geordan walked into the little tunnel that guides the river to make its way down the hill through the town. It actually feeds directly into the sea at high tide.

When walking on beach that is completely covered by feet of ocean every night, its always a good idea to bring along your wellies!

The magnificent view of Robin Hood's Bay from the beach:

Trying to pick our way through water and seaweed to walk as far as possible down the beach front:

Robin Hood's Bay looks like the houses were stacked on top of each other. Squeezing so many houses together on such a steep incline is a bit of a marvel.

Geordan is amazed at how much water covers the beach area where we were were walking at the beginning of the day.
Walkway along the hill which weaves its way along the side of the village:

View of the bay from the top of the village.

WHITBY

You know you are in a proper fishing village when you look around the docks and all you see are crab/lobster traps AND...

lovely little fishing boats.

Of course we had to take advantage of the local fishing industry and have ourselves a bit of fish 'n chips!

Then we walked along the pier.

The next day, we went to Whitby Abbey.

SCARBOROUGH

On our way home we stopped at Scarborough. The whole town is spread under the overwhelming presence of The Grand Hotel.

Though it must have been majestic in its prime, it actually seems a bit dowdy and 'past its date' now.

We ended our lovely weekend with a long walk overlooking the town and then making our way back to the car along the beach.