The Whitby Chronicles – Thursday

I jest not – it's still raining. Being of northern stock I like to think I'm used to rain … how wrong can a girl be!

I don't think any of us have changed plans so frequently as we have in the last couple of days – originally our stay was until Saturday, leaving at 10am. Since the forecast isn't looking much better we've changed our dinner reservation at Sarah's from tomorrow evening to tonight and we've decided to head home tomorrow.

We are going to make the most of our last day and have decided to visit Robin Hood's Bay (RHB) and Scarborough.

On arrival at RHB, as is the norm, park at the top and a steep walk down to the bay. Just in case you think I'm being a drama queen about the weather - here's a photo I took at the top – I had thought that the lamp post had been hit by a vehicle - now I think it leans because it's weather beaten by the wind and rain! You can see it's a tad inclement.

RBH is charming, despite the rugged North Sea at its best.

It's very pretty, all sorts of nooks and crannies, like these steps to the Museum of Local History – as you can see, it's always a climb.

Back to the top and we are in need of sustenance so, spotting The Victoria Hotel opposite the car park and advertising a Tea Room we decided to pop in and ask if they welcomed dogs. Absolutely – what would have been a “snug” back in the day at the front of the hotel is now a Tea Room with comfy sofas and chairs. We were all very damp but it made no difference to the hospitality - revived with coffee, cake and scones we set off for Scarborough.

Thank you The Victoria Hotel, Station Road, Robin Hood's Bay, YO22 4RL.

Scarborough was worth the visit although it had to be a drive through – could be on the list for a future longer visit.

Back home to start packing and then a farewell visit to Sarah's this evening – another crème brulée – oh joy!

We still had heaps of stuff on our list, for example, we wanted to take a train ride from Whitby to Pickering but it would have been pointless since it's difficult to see anything through wet windows.

It's a pity about the weather, nevertheless Whitby is still a great place to visit and we've all had the best time.

Holiday Notes :

If you're contemplating a holiday in this neck of the woods – and not already gathered - almost all of the places we've visited have parking at the top of places of interest so you have to walk down very steep hills to the places below and then back up again. You'll need change for pay and display parking too.

Leave your Louboutin heels and Gucci loafers at home – neither are designed for cobbles and steep hills.

If, like me you have hair that has a tendency to frizz in damp weather – good luck – take a large can of hair spray – you'll need it!

Happy Holidays,

Soggy by the sea xx

The Whitby Chronicles – Wednesday

Welcome to wet Wednesday and sadly they got the forecast absolutely right – hatches definitely battened down and I couldn't have chosen a more appropriate idiom.

Not wishing to flout tradition, on holiday as a kid when it rained we wrote our postcards – here's one from Rose to her doggy friends :

“Dear Ella, Bos, Ollie, Wilby and Harry,

I'm having the best time – my favourite outing so far was to the beach and the sea. I don't know what all the fuss is about just because it's raining – I couldn't care less!

I love this holiday stuff – pampered and spoilt.

Here are three of my holiday snaps I thought you'd like :

Interrupting Shirl who was knitting – now tickling my tummy.

Just thought I'd check that all is well – great view of any comings and goings.

My personal favourite – I've had a very busy day.

Wish you were here!

Love Rose xxxxx

It's still raining and tomorrow's forecast isn't looking much better.

The Whitby Chronicles – Cosa Nostra

At first glance quite modern, spacious and pleasant. The menu was nothing out of the ordinary and a couple of us had antipasti – mixed meats, olives with Balsamic and olive oil followed by main courses of fillet steak, lamb and pizza.

We weren't over impressed by the “on the job training” of waiting staff. Not a great first impression.

In fairness there seems to be mixed reviews from one extreme to the other. It wasn't the worst meal ever but it certainly wasn't the best.

It's a great shame. As we know Whitby is famous for its fish and chips but holidaymakers can only take so many portions and need a change of cuisine – a little care and attention to the detail and, more to the point, the food at Cosa Nostra, would make for a lot of happy customers and a successful, profitable restaurant. Definitely a missed and potentially lucrative opportunity.

P.s. I can never finish a whole pizza – a small tip – take it home – roll each triangle from the widest edge, finishing at the point so it looks croissant ish and wrap tightly in foil. Part of lunch next day warmed in a hot oven for a few minutes!

Pps. The forecast looks even worse tomorrow – batten down the hatches!

Cosa Nostra, 161 Church Street, Whitby, YO22 4AS

The Whitby Chronicles – Tuesday

Remember I said that the rain was on its way – they got that right! The forecast is not good for today – I suppose we should count ourselves lucky it has lasted as long as it has! It does say that it will get better later in the day – which is just as well because we've booked a table tonight at an Italian Restaurant opposite Sarah's. Seemed like a good idea – a change is as good as a rest, as they say.

In true bulldog spirit we held our breakfast committee meeting and decided that we'd drive up to Whitby Abbey and visit St Mary's Church next door, having a look at the 199 steps to and from the old town from the top.

Nobody thought about the fact that the higher and more exposed you are to “weather”, the wetter it is – hmm.

Car duly parked – can't remember how much it cost - we made our way to the entrance - £27.20 later and this is with concessions for wrinklies – we declined to pay £4.50 for a guide book. We were handed a walkie talkie gizmo which, it transpired, only made sense if you'd paid £4.50 for the guide book. We walked through the Abbey ruins – which were exactly what you'd expect – ruins - onwards into the Museum, passing a small group of people in a taped off area clutching a metal detector. It would be fair to say it took 15 minutes tops to walk through the Museum. English Heritage must be making a fortune and it was not worth the money. If we'd paid top price - £30+ we'd have been even more unhappy.

What a swiz!

St. Mary's Church was an improvement although the weather wasn't getting any better. Does anyone know what I mean by “mizzle” or “Welsh rain” - it's that fine, very light but extremely wet stuff! Whilst none of us are bothered about getting wet, there's wet and there's sodden.

The Church is definitely worth a visit and we'd definitely return when we can see to read the gravestones. At this point we decided that me, Shirl, John and Rose would walk down the 199 steps into the old town and home and H would collect the car and meet us back at the ranch. Seemed like a good plan.

The descent was great fun and a great view. Thinks – if we'd climbed the steps, called in St. Mary's and looked across at the Abbey ruins we would have saved all that dosh.

Remember the group of people and the taped off area with the detector? By the time H made his way back from whence we came, they'd moved and H had to divert – across a field – to get back to the car park.

We made it home before H did. You can imagine our opinion of English Heritage is not a glowing one.

It sounds ridiculous but the weather has been so miserable and we were slightly damp that we resorted to central heating – a little comfort and warmth goes a long way.

The good news is it has stopped raining and we'll be able to walk to the Italian Restaurant, Cosa Nostra – slightly disconcerting – I had no idea the Mafia cooked – I always thought Cosa Nostra referred to the well known families with dubious connections shall we say!

The Whitby Chronicles – Sara's

Lets begin with a photo :

Here are a couple of examples - the Starters and Fish & Chips, followed by the Seafood and Salads choices :

Don't be put off if you'd prefer meat – you can get steaks and casseroles too!

I'm not going to drone on – take our word for it – all four of us – it's a great place to eat.

There are probably two highlights of the evening.

You may notice that “Moules Mariniere” is on the starter menu – fresh steamed wild mussels with white wine, garlic, cream and parsley. Pretty standard you'd say for a fish restaurant and you'd probably be right.

Here's the Before and After :

“So what – a bowl of mussels is a bowl of mussels”. Bear with me.

Shirl and John lived in France for a number of years and are more than qualified to offer an opinion on this dish. John said, “the best mussels I've had since leaving France”. Another big tick for Sara's.

It's what came afterwards :

As John enjoyed his starter he created this collage of shells – if I hadn't watched him create I wouldn't have believed it. Eat your hearts out – sorry for the atrocious pun – Carl Andre and his Bricks in 1966 and/or Tracey Emin's Bed in 1998 – this is my submission, on John's behalf of course, to Tate Modern!

Finally, when was the last time you went into a chippy and ate dessert? I don't think so. Personally I don't expect dessert - I'm not a fan and usually so full I can't make room anyway. How wrong can a person be. If I had a dessert weakness if would be for creme brulée – yep there it was and here it is in all its glory :

and for those who don't fancy the Brulée, how about Pavlova?

Sara's is like no other chippy I've ever been in – not surprisingly the Chef is French, Natasha and we'll be back!

A great night, with the best company and food too and I'll never forget those mussel shells!

P.s. By the way – we have been checking the weather forecast – I know we have a reputation for being obsessed with it. It's all beginning to come back to me - when holidaying in the UK everything you do is controlled by the weather. Guess what – it's all change tomorrow, the rain is on its way!

Sarah's Mister Chips 68-69 Church Street, Whitby, North Yorkshire, YO22 4AS – www.misterchipswhitby.co.uk

The Whitby Chronicles – Monday

… is the beach!

Cannot believe our luck – Monday dawns and it's another lovely day, blue sky and wispy bits of cloud, very pleasant temperature. Note to selves – this weather won't last forever – check the forecast!

On today's list are :

Sandsend for the beach and sea is our first port of call. It's just north of Whitby, a tiny village - pretty much comprising the beach and sea with a café. Shirl and Rose had both come prepared with their towels – Shirl to paddle and Rose to find out what all the fuss was about. Rose appeared to like what she saw and strained to be let off – here's the result with her best friend :

  

Two very happy girls - I'm not really sure who enjoyed it the most!

Onward, further north to Staithes, Saltburn-by-the-sea. This place has been on my “bucket list” for ages – a famous hidey hole back in the day for the Northern Impressionist painters – right up my alley. A small, unspoilt fishing village – can't wait!

As seems to be the custom in this neck of the woods, parking is at the top of the village and you walk down a very steep hill (and back!). I suppose it was getting on for late morning/early lunchtime when we arrived. There were very few places open, of any description. We found one gallery – which was closed. We did consider trying to get some lunch but gave up in the end. It was a disappointment – a pretty enough place but I can't say that it came anywhere near my expectations – which is entirely my fault, not Staithes' although I would have thought there may have been more than one gallery. Disappointed, temporarily of Whitby – c'est la vie.

Home for lunch since we've booked an early dinner this evening - Sarah's here we come!

The Whitby Chronicles – Sunday

Another lovely day!

A committee meeting over breakfast and the plan for the day is to walk into the old part of the town that we hadn't covered yesterday.

An even shorter walk, past the Ghaut car park – used to be the site of Cockpit Yard past the bridge we crossed yesterday. Mooching along the tiny lanes, full of different shops, museums, cafés – even an impromptu open market – more like a flea market than food.

Coffee time – I can't get used to the fact that dogs are welcome everywhere and we found a café and enjoyed coffee and a slice of cake. Rose enjoyed the attention too.

Today is an easy, relaxing day and the boys want to watch F1 so back home for lunch and then we girls walk back into town armed with a map of local restaurants – “the restaurant recce”. An interesting tour – bearings now well and truly acquired, we cover most of the town, old and new. Believe me when I tell you it's a great workout – there are some very steep gradients. We couldn't locate one of the restaurants on our map and suffice it to say we finished up at the very top of the town – it was worth the climb for the stunning view of the sea, not to mention St. Mary's Church and the Abbey too on top of the hill and finally discovering the whalebone arch.

All was not lost - I mentioned earlier that we had done our research which also applied to restaurants too. Probably the most famous of Whitby's is The Magpie Café, sadly closed at present due to a major fire recently. Coincidentally on The Bernie Keith Show, BBC Radio Northampton there had been much discussion concerning Whitby and fish and chips. A listener called in and mentioned “Sarah's” and how good it was. Consequently “Sarah's” was on our list.

A stroke of luck. We found “Sarah's” - Mister Chips Whitby – on our way home – the name was a smidge confusing but never mind! We booked a table for tomorrow evening. At first glance it looks clean, bright, and modern – food definitely looked inviting.

Right about now is the time we're glad we decided to eat in this evening from our own battleship supplies.

Shirl has a gizmo that counts steps – you may not be surprised to know that we notched up 16,000+ on Sunday – not too shabby.

I don't feel at all guilty about the cake!

The Whitby Chronicles

It was decided with our friends Shirl and John that we'd have a holiday together and of course Rose (our dog) came too. We chose Whitby, North Yorkshire because none of us had been and Shirl found a brilliant house with loads of space.

We did our research and had a list of places we wanted to see. Rose only had one item on her list – she wanted to go to the beach and to discover what all the fuss was about with the sea.

Research also told us that Whitby was “dog friendly” so that was a good start.

There was so much to choose from it was difficult to know where to start. Whatever your interest might be, whether it's history, nautical, mystical or jewellery - there's something for everyone. From a culinary point of view it's most famous for fish and chips.

We took enough food to sink a battleship – we're on holiday and really don't want to spend any more time than is absolutely necessary shopping for food.

The house was in the old part of Whitby – there's a bridge across the River Esk into the main town so about a ten minute walk.

The weather was perfect on the day of our arrival – just right to make a recce and to stretch our legs after a long drive. We also wanted to sample our first fish and chips for supper. It did take about ten minutes - taking in the River and soon the bridge across came into view. We took this route into the town proper. The older part of the town we'd save for the next day.

It was busy and one thing was apparent – it's very popular with dog owners all of whom, the dogs that is, rubbed along nicely.

It was great to get our sea legs and a feel of a new place and we decided to collect a fish supper to eat and then relax at home. The boys and Rose went on ahead whilst we girls stepped into what could have been a scene from Dinner Ladies. I appreciate you had to be there but any person who loved that series and is familiar with the canteen scenario will know what I mean – you would not have argued with the person serving us - who was, shall we say, gruff! Needless to say not the best fish supper ever but you've got to start somewhere.

Tomorrow is another day!