Another Bank Holiday has almost been and gone, and I haven’t got round to telling you what we got up to on the previous one! So here’s a potted history of our Spring Break.
If you remember, Mr Stoatie and I finally managed our trip to the east coast. We set off as soon as I got in from work on the Friday. Originally we were going to leave on the Saturday but I decided to squeeze in an extra day by stopping off en route and cunningly booked a pitch behind the Lord Nelson Inn in Nether Poppleton near York. I was hoping to replicate the Wrenbury experience, that is take the dogs out for a nice long walk, settle them down and then visit the pub for an ale and a bite to eat. I mentioned this to the lady in the pub and we set off along the river Ouse to blow the cobwebs away.
We got back to the pub at around 8.40pm, eagerly anticipating dinner, only to discover that the kitchen shut at 8.30. Nooooooooo! If only you’d said the barmaid told us, you could have ordered before you went ….hmm, If only she’d mentioned this when I spoke to her on arrival! There was nothing for it but to un hook up and drive a couple of miles to find a takeaway. Unfortunately the seek and find on Mr Stoatie’s tablet, having tortuously directed us around a never ending housing estate, led us to a chip shop that was closed. Just as I thought we would be eating toast for supper, we found a Chinese takeaway. Not exactly the dinner we were expecting, still, I was just grateful Mr Stoatie suspended the ‘no chips in the van rule’
Other than the mix up with the meal, the site was really good, small and level, and close to the river. The only downside was that there were no showers etc and the toilets were in the pub and so shut overnight. Not so bad if you have a caravan or large motor home but a bit of a nuisance for those without facilities if you don’t like squatting behind the van!
Next day we were off to Whitby, but stopped at Scarborough en route for a walk along the seafront and a bite to eat at the cafe there. The waves were roaring in and splashing over the front of the seawall. After a couple of hours we headed off to Lythe, a tiny village to the north of Whitby where I’d booked us in for the remainder of the week. The site was really busy, but we’d been allocated a great pitch on the side nearest the sea, there was a gap in the hedge which meant we had a wonderful view.
We dropped lucky for the weather and had a relaxing few days. We went into Whitby a couple of times, once to visit the Abbey, and to poke around the town, and again a couple of days later, to look at the other cliff top and to sample the famous fish and chips at the Magpie Cafe. The place was heaving, which Tilly found a bit much, hundreds of people and lots of dogs. She much preferred the walks on the beach at Sandsend and the ammonite hunt at Runswick Bay.
The site was (coincidently 🙂 ) behind a pub called The Stiddy and we had a lovely meal there on the Saturday. When we got back to the campsite on Monday afternoon it was deserted. We were the only people left, so we could all relax more and there were no queues for the showers. We had drinks at the pub – the only campers there – and were entertained by the pub regulars reminiscing about the 70s TV shows, somehow they got onto the subject of Tony Capstick which led to a scratch about for you tube clips on smartphones. Honestly it was much funnier than it sounds, and they were really lovely.
Anyway a few photos to finish:
Lessons learned on this trip: if ‘someone’ takes out the bag containing all your electrical doodads, make triple sure they put it back again afterwards and check when the pub stops serving food before you go out.