Friday 23 June 2017

Whitby

On Sunday we drove over the North York Moors to Whitby to stay with brother and sister-in-law. It was another lovely warm and sunny day for strolling around the town.
Too late to buy kippers from the famous kipper shop
it had just closed for the day.
We walked to the headland
for a view over the town.

People were exploring the shoreline under the cliffs. Perhaps they were looking for pieces of jet, made popular when Queen Victoria wore it as her mourning jewellery.
We walked along the harbour wall 
watching the day tripper boats come and go.
Usually, once the boats leave the calm waters of the harbour it's a bucking ride. But today the water beyond the harbour mouth was as calm as a mill pond. Time to climb aboard and go to sea ourselves!
Now other folks can look at us.
And we can see a different view of the Abbey.



We passed several small clinker-built  boats anchored out at sea with no-one aboard. "The salmon are running," the captain explained, a simple statement that means that the fish are making their way up river from the sea to their annual spawning ground. No fishing is allowed on Sundays but the boats are left in position to mark their spot.
Back on dry land we wandered round the streets. These old fishing towns are characterful places. Some of the street names in Whitby give you an idea of what the people must have been like. No holding back in Yorkshire!

After all the fresh sea air and sunshine it was time to eat and in Whitby that means one thing,
fish and chips and mushy peas... and scraps!
Then we walked back over the bridge
to sit in the living room
and watch the sun go down.
With a lovely afterglow




15 comments:

  1. The kippers establisment looks like it is already a long time out of work but that has its charm. Nice photo reportage. I like that.

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    1. I know it looks decrepit but it's very highly thought of and does a roaring trade. It closes at 2pm on Sundays and I got there just too late to buy some kipper pate. The fish are properly smoked, not dyed as 'smoked' fish often is these days.

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    1. Wrong month, Tom. The place will be awash with them come October.

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  3. Love that Arguments Yard! Such charming shots.

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    1. Rather narrow, I hope they didn't come to blows!

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  4. I can't imagine strolling around such a place like that. Here, people take a walk, but nothing to look at like that. Is a kipper a fried fish?

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    1. A kipper is a herring that's been opened flat, salted and smoked over oak chippings until it's a lovely pale colour. Tastes delicious!

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  5. Haven't caught up with everything, but thank you for this.

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    1. I've been all over the place lately, Wildside, sadly mainly to attend funerals of family and friends. Back home now and things should quieten down.

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  6. Ah, well, I do know how that goes.

    Best wishes to you, Rosemary.

    You do know how to depict a charmed life! (An appreciated talent, that is...)

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  7. What a wonderful post today.
    I love kippers !

    cheers, parsnip and thehamish

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    1. The only downside with kippers is watching out for the bones, but they are worth the careful eating because they taste so good!

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  8. I love going on day trips along with you! Thanks for the lovely photos and stories. OMG...that fish and chips plate looks divine!

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    1. That plate was the 'small' portion, Rain! The fish was the freshest, tasted wonderful, but I couldn't eat all the chips. (Himself helped me out!)

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