I don’t know when I first decided we needed to go to Whitby. I’d seen the pictures, of course, but the other week I happened to catch an old episode of Dalziel and Pascoe where Dalziel ended up in a posh hotel on the hill upon Whitby beach. Some guy that I now know was supposed to look like a vampire was washed up on the beach in a coffin and there was heaps of references to black dogs.
It was all supposed to be symbolic (as far as Dalziel and Pascoe could be symbolic) of Whitby’s association with Bram Stoker’s Dracula. The town itself is full of Dracula references- almost as many as there are Captain Cook references. Although born in the nearby town of Marton, Captain Cook learned his seamanship here in Whitby. I’m sure that I read something about how the Endeavour was built here. There are enough pubs in town with Cook and Endeavour names, so I’d guess that’s close to the mark.
Our luck with abbeys continues. Whitby Abbey was closed. We had to be happy with views from the outside. Although it did give me a reason to break into show tunes. Sarah was less than impressed with my version of how do you solve a problem like Maria? Maria’s not a credit to the abbey…
There are steps you can take that lead you down to the harbour from here (or, if you’ve parked below, up to the Abbey from the harbour). there are 199 of them. The sign said so. Anyways, the views from here and the churchyard are worth the climb and the cold winds.
The old side of town is a jumble of narrow lanes, with many shops selling the other thing that Whitby is famous for- jet.
This stone first came to prominence in Queen Victoria’s time as mourning jewellery. There’s a workshop where you can watch it being made- if you’re so inclined.
Our minds, by this stage, were on lunch. This is a fishing town, so fish and chips and fish pie were on the menu for us…with a pint, of course.
We chose one of the riverside pubs- check out the view from our table.
As an aside, I’m getting used to leaving around half of my meals, and most of my chips- the portion sizes in most pubs are ridiculous and I’m already craving salad and crunchy veggies…
Over the bridge on the other side of the river are the amusement parlours, ice-cream shops, more pubs and restaurants,
chippos, and general sea-side tourist stuff.
There’s a pier to promenade along and work off lunch
and the beach.
I can’t finish this post without a reference to the Moors. The drive between Scarborough and Whitby and Whitby through to Pickering, cuts through the edge of the North York Moors. It makes for a remarkable landscape.
Off to Scotland tomorrow…