Yesterday we went to the seaside…
The sun smouldered, lightly kissing my lily white skin.
The sea waved. Flirting he whispered for me to come join him. I blushed as I dipped my toes in and he gently carresed my feet. The breeze, creating beachwave hair, a welcome interruption.
The air was filled with the distinct smell of fish and chips, sun cream, salt and candy floss. Laughter and seagulls the soundtrack to the day.
There is no finer place on a beautiful day than the beach.
Glorious North Yorkshire spread its arms wide open to us yesterday. He welcomed us in and I fell hook , line and sinker in love with him …
First stop Robin Hoods Bay …
Situated in-between Scarborough and Whitby … she really is a beauty. You would be forgiven for thinking you were tottering around in the South of France.
It’s very hilly. Not so bad on the way down but a killer on your calves on the way up. The cafe at the top of the hill is a godsend for a refreshing drink, while you rest your legs, and catch your breath.
The sea was out, exposing rock pools; the little people went off to explore…
Catch of the day.
We took a photo and released him back into the sea, despite their protests that we keep him and have him for tea!
Before heading off into the sea to look for sharks apparently ! Oh to be young and fearless.
We made ourselves comfty.
I read trashy magazines, made patterns in the sand and we had a picnic on the beach. I spent a lot of time people watching ( I love people watching) before heading onto Ravenscar just a few miles away.
There’s not much there but what is …is rather special.
Due mainly to the long trek to the rocky beach ,the resort never really took off and today it is a scattering of houses, a church, hotel and an un-used windmill. Albeit very beautiful.
A local guy who came to our rescue while we wandered aimlessly around, told us to head for the Raven Hotel , have a drink and take in the views… We always do as we are told !
The Hotel overlooks the sea with pretty grounds to explore.
We went for a wander and stumbled upon this. Just Like a scene from the Secret Garden we walked down a path and boom….The remains of the old Raven Hall, which was built in 1774.
Georgy and Eddie loved it, finding little hideouts, climbing and playing at ‘Castles’. I was even crowned Queen Tracey.
Yep that’s a golf course. If Carlsberg did golf courses eh?!
I’m not sure who is the scariest …
We finished the day the only way you can at the coast with fish and chips. A great if tiring day had by all.
Suffice to say we got in and crawled into our beds, falling asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow.
I can safety say it’s the best nights sleep I’ve had in ages. The powers of sea-air eh. I think I’ll have to visit again soon…
I’m already missing the feel of the sand between my toes …
Until next time, Tracey x