As we drove into Whitby, we were immediately drawn towards this magnificent building that was dominating the skyline, hanging from the blue skies almost like a beautiful painting. With its misty grey charm and pointed arches, it was beckoning us to come closer and explore; and like hypnotised or entranced patients we succumbed and drove closer and closer.
Once parked up, we peered over the wall and admired the ruins of Whitby Abbey. Whitby Abbey is reputed to have inspired Bram Stoker to write the world famous book 'Dracula'. With a little imagination, I could understand how this place could easily be transformed from idyllic calm to haunting charm. Whilst admiring the beauty of the Abbey, I was suddenly reminded of an old friends affection for Whitby. Every year since the late 1990s, my Goth friend J with his wife and friends would pay homage to Whitby for the Whitby Gothic Weekend/Festival. I wonder if he still continues with this tradition as the last I saw of him he had become a Daddy.
Anyway, I digress I wanted to go and explore this 'Gothic splendour' a little closer, but sadly Whitby Abbey was closed for the season, so all we do with many other tourists was admire it from the distant.
Before we walked into the Parish churchyard of St Mary, we noted these allotment plots. D and me looked at each other and sighed. Every time I see an allotment plot, someone growing their own, momentarily my heart jumps with excitement; and then it sinks with sadness at the memory of the loss ours. But it makes me tremendously happy to see others enjoying their little patch of land.
The Parish Church of St Mary stands on Whitbys East Cliff. If you click on the image below, you will see the intricate detail carved into the stone.
We both first walked down the 199 steps that connects the parish church on the cliff top to the old town of Whitby below; and then we walked back up this famous landmark, which I have to say left me rather breathless. D took a photograph of me reaching the top: gasping, looking all huffed and puffed. Am I going to share it with you? Don't be silly, of course not!
A view of the harbour below from the steep east cliffs of Whitby - don't get any closer... you don't want to slip up here.
Once below in the old town of Whitby, you find yourself in a maze made up of alley ways and narrow streets that eventually lead to the busy Quayside. We did consider whether or not to stay in Whitby overnight, but as we are being careful with out pennies and pounds, we changed our minds and decided to continue driving up to Scotland. Oh it was a long drive home.
Of course, I did a little window shopping and peered at a few independent shops.
The only thing from Whitby I came home with though was a tub of 'tiger nuts'. Tiger nuts are generally dried out to preserve them and have to be reconstituted in water before you can consume them. Obviously they taste nutty, but they also have a sugared sweetness which is not often found in nuts.
To learn more about Tiger nuts, follow this link. I'm not exactly sure what I am going to do with them, but if nothing creative comes to mind, I can always rely on Rose Elliot. She has a recipe where she makes milk from the tiger nuts.