Having been woken by two groups of rowdy drunkards in the early hours, it wasn't the most promising start to the day, even if this weekend's HQ was the only hostel with a stained-glass clerestory we'd ever come across.
But off on cliff path we went, and we were soon strolling past fine-looking horses, fog-horns which could compete even with some of us on a Saturday night, and only a few mud-spattered walkers coming the other way.
Having left Dracula's haunt behind us in Whitby, we were soon enough in Robin Hood's Bay, for tea and cakes and a bus back to base - where the rabble-rousers had been turfed-out and all was well with the world..  |
| The Wreck of the Demeter |
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