We went to Scarborough and climbed up to the castle walls.
Then came across Anne Bronte’s grave (d. 1849, aged 29) in the churchyard.
We looked around the town, Victorian grandeur and a lot of tat, but not too shabby, had a coffee, spent a while in a labyrinthine second-hand bookshop and then wandered along the beach in front of the ranks of amusement arcades and candy-floss sellers.
We drove towards Robin Hood’s Bay, and just before we got there we stopped for a sandwich at the Fylingdales Inn at Fylingthorpe.
Robin Hood’s Bay was steep streets and narrow alleys down to the sea. It was high tide, so no beach.
There were a few walkers about. It’s the end point for the 190-mile Wainwright Coast-to-Coast walking route. A couple arrived while we were reading an info board about the walk, having just finished the walk in 12 days. They asked us to take a photo of them next to the board. It was hard work, they said, especially the 26-mile day, and the boring bits over the moor.
To the Sainsbury’s at Whitby for supplies, then to our self-catering place. Met by Clare, who showed us around, and then Chris. Wheel barrow to carry our stuff from the car up the path through the herb garden. It’s very nice, immaculately done-out, on the edge of a farm about half a mile from Goathland village. Herb garden provided Marjoram for dinner. There’s a Barn Owl who might be out later. And deer.