Last Day in Whitby

After two days of marathon walks, we made Friday an easy day plotzing ‘round Whitby. Here’s a tour of the town. Whitby library what was. In Bram Stoker’s time, the second floor (1st floor in British parlance) was the public library, right above the public pool (and next door to brothel row – now arcade … Read more

North Yorkshire Moors Railway

Thursday we took a trip down nostalgia lane – er, railway.  We boarded the North Yorkshire Moors Railway at Whitby and rode to Pickering and back (more or less) with stops and walking breaks in between. The steam locomotive reminded me of a dragon: smoke came seeping from its mouth and its belly rumbled. There … Read more

Robin’s Hood Bay Walk

On Wednesday we followed in the footsteps of Lucy and Mina (and a whole lot of other people) along the coast path from Whitby to a former smuggling port called Robin’s Hood Bay. Across the terrace, down the 69 steps + 14 degree inclined path, through  the harbor and up the 199 stairs on t’other … Read more

Whitby

On Tuesday we doddered around Whitby with the pensioners. (I remember the days when we used to stand out as young fry when traveling Britain in September- now we fit right in.). After sorting out options for our Saturday multi-leg train journey north (two legs being caught up in an “industrial action” aka “strike”) and … Read more

York to Whitby

Monday was our last morning in York. We started the day with a bit of Edwardian elegance: breakfast at Betty’s Cafe.  Started in 1919, Betty’s interior is meant to evoke sailing (first class) on the Queen Mary.  Third class sailing would have been a somewhat different experience, methinks.  Then we wandered through the Shambles. One … Read more