It’s a shame that our last day has the worst weather, but sometimes these things just don’t plan out properly,
Later on we can laugh about it over a crisp Chablis but before then the rain could stop play, but we soldier on regardless,
We drive north for 17 miles to park up in a rainy and mostly deserted Whitby. Apparently at the weekend it was heaving so we see the benefit of the rain, and wander down from the West Cliff area we’re parked at, past the famous whale jaws arch and towards the harbour’s jaws, shaped very similarly. We say hello to Captain Cook as we pass him, remembering we might not have had our January holiday if he hadn’t found Oz and New Zealand for us, and give thanks to Whitby for training James so well.
Then it’s over the river Esk and up those 199 steps towards the abbey and we think about our amazing production(s) of Dracula, as a Whitby is the port where the Count’s coffin enters England and the story really starts to bite.
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