Yesterday we spent the day pretty much the same as the day before, we had a relaxing morning and then during the afternoon walked down into Robin Hoods Bay.
Today, although we are staying outside Whitby , we first drove north past Whitby to Staithes.
Staithes is a very pleasant small traditional fishing village. Again there is a very steep downhill walk to the harbour through a winding street with traditional houses.
We walked around the harbour on top of its thick wall which protect the boat moorings and sea front houses from the North Sea storms.
There is a river running down into the harbour and at high tide many of the boats access this and moor up there.
We enjoyed our visit there today and felt it was the kind of place we could visit again quite happily.
After leaving Staithes we drove to our current 5 van site, Shaun Rigg at Ruswarp which is approx 2 miles from Whitby along a public foot path alongside the railway track. We walked into Whitby but in away timed it wrong, it’s Saturday, sunny, people are seeking freedom from Covid lockdown and thus it was crowded along the harbour side. We will return tomorrow morning when it should be quieter and visit Whitby Abbey, Michelle is into Bram Stoker and Count Dracula so she is keen to see more.
It’s been a beautiful, sunny pleasant day today, we have been able to sit outside in the warmth until 7.15pm, the sun has now dipped behind the hills behind us. Time possibly for a drink.
After lunch it was decided to make the steep descent from the campsite down to the beach at Robin Hoods Bay, which is a picturesque old fishing village on the coast of the North York Moors. You can wander around it’s narrow twisting cobbled streets and alleyways, less than 2 metres wide and you can easily imagine how life was living there many centuries ago.
We enjoyed a long pleasant stroll along the length of the beach where Layla enjoyed her pastime of chasing pebbles and searching for them in the sea. There was an ice cream van on the beach and we enjoyed the innocent pleasure of doing some thing normal again and buying an ice cream to eat as we walked along, came with real Cadbury flakes too!!
We rounded off the walk along the beach with our first alcoholic drink at a pub since one in a pub garden at The Wisemans Bridge Pub near Saundersfoot in September 2020.
The walk back up to the campsite was a hard pull and the legs felt it all the way, today we only walked 3.5 miles.
Scarborough is known as Britain’s original sea side resort, it has a 12th century castle that stands on a headland splitting its two sandy bays.
Although the town is some distance from the campsite we decided to walk along the coast path adjacent to the cliffs that leads to north bay.
As soon as we reached the beach Layla rushed down to the sea edge and had a good time chasing a stick into the sea, there are numerous public paths leading up from the beach and we took one that lead us into the town. Many shops were open but the pedestrianised high street wasn’t too busy, we looked for a cafe to sit outside but the only one we found had no spare tables.
We walked down through the park shown in the above photo to a sea front that is more set up for tourists and thankfully found an empty table outside a cafe where we had a drink and a snack. This area has the harbour used by fishing boats and pleasure boats and looked very well used.
We felt quite weary as we began the walk back and the pull up the path back onto the cliff top took its toll on us, so the cold beer I consumed when we returned was very welcome. My phone app showed we had walked a distance of 8.6 miles today, I think we will sleep well tonight.
We’re now on a “proper” trip, we’ve driven 180 miles north west to the above campsite to meet up with our motor- homing buddies Alison and Peter who we haven’t seen in real life since Sept 2020. Since we last met their motorhome Fluffles has gone to a new home and they now have a Auto Sleeper Broadway, known as FuFu.
After sitting in the sunshine for some time and catching up on recent news we took the opportunity to go for a walk. We left the site and headed off across a path though a field where we met up with the coastal path at the cliff edge.
As the plan is for us to walk to Scarborough tomorrow we headed left away from the town and walked along the cliff top.
We then came across a faint path that led down a gap in the cliffs and after some difficulty we managed to scramble down it and onto the beach( it was considerably more difficult when we had to scramble back up!) The tide being out left a rocky shoreline covered in seaweed , this made it impossible to get down to the sea but nonetheless we enjoyed a walk along the sand and pebbles and scrambling over rocks.
As usual later in the evening we joined Alison and Peter in their new motorhome and during the course of the evening they announced they were to be grandparents again, Alison’s daughter is expecting their second and Peter’s son and his partner are expecting their first child. I blame the lockdown as our eldest daughter Emma is expecting twins shortly.
Burford is a small medieval town on the River Windrush in the Cotswold Hills and is often referred to as the ” gateway” to the Cotswolds. It’s famous High Street sweeps downhill to the river crossed by a three arched medieval bridge.
At the bottom of the town is the impressive church of St John the Baptist whose graveyard is encircled by the river which is populated by swans and other water birds.
Mid morning we met up with my sister and brother in law ( who don’t live too far away) and started with coffee in the courtyard of the Priory Cafe, it turned out to be their wedding anniversary so it was pleasant to spend some time with them. After a gentle stroll around town we went to a different cafe, Cafe Fifteen in the grounds of the church where we had lunch.
After we said our farewells we walked to a park at the top of the town, close to the campsite, where we allowed Layla a good run round.
It’s been a pleasant day, sunny but cold, a pleasant way to break the Covid lockdown.
Obviously Homer hasn’t real wings so perhaps wing mirrors would have been more apt😊 but it’s with great delight that we have taken to the road again for a short two night break. We are staying at Wysdom Camp site at Burford in the Cotswolds which is within minutes of the town centre.
We have, when the weather allowed, spent time over the past month readying Homer for the road, cleaning polishing etc putting equipment back in and filling the cupboards with food basics. This morning we went shopping for the fresh food, stocked the fridge, filled the water tank and we were ready for the off.
We are using this trip to make sure everything is working ok before we head off next Tuesday on a trip to the Yorkshire coast, although the Covid Roadmap opened the campsites two days ago we couldn’t take advantage of a long trip as I have my second Covid jab next Monday afternoon.
When travelling we struggle to get a good TV signal, it doesn’t bother us a great deal at times but during the dark nights or inclement weather, it is useful to have the TV as a destraction. So this trip I am trialing an Amazon Fire Stick linked to a new MiFi which is linked to three.
The site is quite small, it has pitches separated by hedges, and is immaculately kept, site managers are friendly and helpful, quite good for £20 a night.
Homer’s wheels have been stationary since the end of October 2020 when he was MOT’d and serviced and had two new tyres on the front, the previous set had done 18,000 miles.
Several times recently we decided to use Homer to do a short, Covid accepted, trip to the supermarket or the DIY store, just so that his tyres might park up differently on his return home and the engine oil etc would get warm. Every time we nominates day something occurs to prevent us, twice now a heavy snow fall, we’re not going to select a day now, just get up one morning and go before anything can prevent us🙂🙂
We bought him a new wireless reversing camera for Christmas, Michelle said I bought it for myself😉 but the weather has been either too wet or cold for me to work outside to fit it. Never mind it looks like it may be months before we get the OK to travel again so we should have plenty of time.
I’m due the Covid vaccination sometime in the next fortnight, if they bring out a vaccination passport who knows I may be able to travel sooner than expected. I would have to go with just Layla as Michelle is far to young to have the vaccination in the near future😂😂
Ah well stay safe everyone, keep dreaming of future travels.
We took the easy way home today heading north up the M5. The southbound lanes very busy and there were numerous motorhomes heading south, escaping? who knows, the number of areas without Covid restrictions is lessening.
Homer has to have a service and be MOT’d before we can make another trip and we are going to keep our fingers crossed that we will still have the freedom to travel and there are places accepting visitors in November.
We have enjoyed the past six days, driven 463 miles, visited three different counties, we saw some attractive scenery, walked for miles each day and marvelled at the beautiful Autumn colours.
Cheddar is the largest village in Somerset on the southern edge of the Mendip Hills. On the northern edge of the village is Cheddar Gorge and Caves, the gorge is the largest in the UK. It has several show caves including Gough’s Cave, the gorge has been the centre of human settlement since neolithic times.
This morning we decided to take a visit, there are two footpaths one on each side that go up and along the ridges of the gorge, however as traffic was light we opted to walk along the road, no footpath in many places. The road winds it’s way through the gorge and thankfully does so at a steady rising gradient so the walk up wasn’t too difficult. As it wasn’t too busy and virtually no-one was parked in the numerous lay byes we had time and space to look at the rocky feature, the rushing streams and the wild Soay sheep grazing on the rocky outcrops.
Of course no visit to Cheddar Gorge would be complete without purchasing a piece of cave aged cheddar cheese, this being the birth place of Cheddar Cheese.
We commenced the day by driving down to Monks Yard Cafe outside Ilminster where we met up with Keith and Jenny friends for over 50 years. Due to health issues we didn’t go to their house but sat outside the cafe with coffee/ scones and tea cakes and spent a while catching up on news, face to face instead of our regular email contacts. It was a pleasant time.
Back on the road we went to Street to the Clarkes Outlet Village, all too expensive for me but Michelle managed to buy a pair trainers from the children’s section!
From there we drove via Wells here to Cheddar Bridge Camp Site where we are booked in for two nights. After pitching up we walked into Cheddar did a quick stroll around the village, bought a sourdough loaf and went back and chilled out. We are pitched next to the River Yeo.