We are back in Scotland after a lovely break on the Yorkshire coast after what we can only call a traditional English holiday…
We stayed in Michaela’s uncle Barry and Aunt Sue’s caravan up on the cliffs next to Whitby abbey, and hardly used the car at all for the first week- cycling and walking everywhere. The distances were increased as the swing bridge over the harbour broke down, meaning a long detour from one side of Whitby to the other.
The sun shone, and when it rained, it was dramatic and beautiful…
I confess that I always find blog posts on other people’s holidays a bit naff, so this time we decided that each of us would just list our highlights- so here we go…
Listening to Norma Waterson along with some of her singing family in an old church. Singing as easily as breathing.
Going first class on the North Yorkshire Railway- the first time ever (and perhaps the last!)
Relaxing, reading writing letters, lying in bed in the morning…
Watching England under 19 cricket team play Sri Lanka at Scarborough Cricket Ground. Catching a ball on the boundary, and getting autographs of both teams. Chatting to the Sri Lankan team in their room, and being on first name terms with their coach!
Riding a real steam train.
Cycling into town.
Relaxing. Somewhere were we had never been before- doing touristy things, and seeing old Whitby.
Eating very good chips!
As for me…
All of the above (minus the horses!)
I really needed a break- and it was certainly that- spending time with those I love the most, walking and riding and building sand castles, it was simply lovely.
I loved visiting Whitby Abbey, and walking on the moors.
And the cricket match- watching William lit up by a game that I love- that was special too…
It was also really great to meet up with Graham Peacock, whose blog I follow (Digging a lot.) Graham is a Methodist minister who lives near to Whitby, so we hitched a plan to meet up and share a pint. We share a lot of interests- faith, cricket, music, so we had lots to talk about. And yes- he blogged about it first!
However what was amazing was that we discovered that I used to work with his wife Victoria when I was a social worker in Bolton!
Small small world…