Last week: part 2 posted 11/8/2007 1:24:11 PM | 0 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: travel, yorkshire

jelltex

The next morning, we got in the car and headed north to Yorkshire, to the North Yorkshire Moors where we were to rent a cottage for a few days. We drove up though the Wye Valley again, past Ross and always through autumnal trees laden with golden leaves, and increasingly bathed in milky sunshine; not quite the clear blue skies of the day before.

The North Yorks Moors are an inredible place, rising heather and gorse covered from the surrounding farmland to the sea at Witby and north to Teeside. Our cottage was in a small village called Lockton, just before the main road climbs to the summit at the Hole of Horcum. After dropping of the luggae we headed to Whitby where had been told the best fish and chip shop in the country is; a brave claim to be sure. Anyway, we were hungry so that even an average on would have done. The one we ended up was good enough, nothing quite like cod and chips, bread and butter and a cup of tea. Something about the film of grease it leaves in the mouth I guess. Afterwards, we went for a constitutional around the town, and out along the pier to marvel at the now clear blue skies and the golden rays of the setting sun. The light was wonderul, and great for photography, and I would not feel right had I not have taken full advatntage of it. To my horror, I saw that I was running out of space on the memory card in the camera, and so a frantic search for a camera shop begun. On th way back we came accross a steam powered bus; I paused for a picture, only for the miserable drive to stand in the way and suggest in strong terms that we should ride on the bus rather than just take its picture. Whitby is a glorious mix of the gothic and the cheesy seaside. Along the river is the usual mix of cheap, or not so cheap now, amusements and candy floss stalls; as well as pickled seafood stalls. It does not matter, there is no way I will try winkles, just the thought is shudder inducing.

In the end we found a camera shop, and bought just about the last card they had; by then the sun was setting and so we made our way back to the car via a supermarket as there were no pubs in the village, and so we would be cooking for oursleves; which is no hardship.

We speant the evening, as we usually do, listening to the radio and and Radcliffe and Maconie show. Being rock and roll, we headed to bed at nine.

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