Cloughton to Whitby

18 miles (29km)


James and Henry on the trail

Imagine you were a visitor to Australia and didn't know what January 26 was about. Now imagine Jan 26 was a Monday, and there had been crappy weather for a week or so, and Jan 25 happens to be an absolute ripper. Now decide, as that visitor, that you might visit Lorne. Or Bondi.

Welcome to our day.

Turns out tomorrow is a bank holiday here in the UK. Today was absolutely glorious: barely a cloud in the sky, temperatures probably in the high teens... and we're on the coast. Specifically, today we've ended up in Whitby, home of the (fairly) famous abbey - where the synod was held that reconciled Celtic with Roman tradition, and decided when Easter should be celebrated in Britain.



After visiting the Abbey (climbing 199 steps to get there, and 199 steps to get back down), we spent the rest of the day wandering around Whitby with the other bazillion tourists - up and down the harbour; past the Captain Cook memorial and the 40% original size Endeavour; past (and, to placate James, through) the various amusement parlours (which seemed to consist largely of pokies or equivalent); through shambly old streets; and having fish and chips and ice cream.

We have once again done well with accommodation; we're basically on the foreshore, and right up the top of the house.



This is the view from our window (with and without James attempting to dive out).