This was originally billed as a full on Scottish Nc500 trip, but…
The forecast for the Highlands is bloody awful for a few days so we are going a long way via Yorkshire and Northumberland while Scotland sorts itself out. Weather leaving home was fairly unpleasant but it was heading south and we were heading north so we got on with it. Seasoned travellers that we are, we managed to lose each other before we even escaped Wolverhampton.
A predictable coffee stop at Stafford services got us back in the same place, as the sun tried to make an appearance and the roads started to dry. After approximately 85 hours of 50mph motorway we popped up for a couple of dozen pretty and fun miles over the Yorkshire moors and down into Whitby, erstwhile home of Captain James Cook and famed for its fish and chips and Dracula landing facilities. We’d called ahead and arranged real accommodation, made of bricks and everything, for a couple of nights.
Kit dumped, it was off into town for a quick explore and dinner. The upstairs restaurant drew us in with its promise of views of the harbour; it had a real fire but was completely empty. The fear that we had stumbled in to the restaurant of a northern Fawlty Towers intensified with the appearance of our waitress, who had something of the Julie Walters about her. On this basis we decided against the soup and went for fish and chips. Part way through dinner Mrs Overall, in a break from tradition and instead of asking if everything was OK, demanded to look at our fish. Apparently satisfied, she left us in peace with what was happily excellent food.
Tomorrow the Abbey, and probably other stuff.
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