It’s very exposed on the east coast of England, and there were strong (noisy) winds coming in from the North Sea last night. After a substantial breakfast (which included the elusive white pudding) – it was off to Whitby, via the coastal path.
Fist stop on route, is the remains of Whitby Abbey.
Then it’s a steep climb down a couple of hundred steps into the town. It’s managed to mix being a traditional town with being a popular tourist attraction very well – although there are the inevitable slot machine arcades, there are very discrete. After a quick boat trip and the obligatory Whibty Fish and Chips (famous apparently), it was another hundred or so steps up to the top of one of the lighthouses for a spectacular ariel view of the harbour.