A Sheffield Girls Guide to Whitby … #draculacountry

You all know of my love affair with the North Yorkshire coastal town of Whitby. I mean if you don’t where have you been? … I’ve mentioned it enough over the years.

My obsession with all things vampire and especially Dracula only adds to the mystique. In the Bram Stoker novel Count Dracula’s ship crashes into the rocks at Whitby and that my dear friends is how Dracula came to be in Old Blighty.

On a cold, misty night as you totter along the cobbled streets, the Old Abbey looking down on you … I swear there’s the distinct smell of vampire in the air.

Today I thought I would do a photo diary of the few days we spent in Whitby last week, mainly because I took loads of photographs and it would be rude not to share them.

As I mentioned on a previous post the BF and I decided to take my dad away.

It’s been an awful few weeks and I think we all needed a change of scene, especially dad, whose finding it hard. Yes it would be extremely weird without mum but it’s something we all need to adjust ourselves too. Dad has spent some great times there with mum and was keen to return.

Firstly we stayed in the beautiful Coachmans Cottage which is situated just off Church Street. It was ideally located for all the major attractions and having only recently been refurbished it was like a show house.

It allows you to take your beloved dogs [ up-to 2 in fact], and was spread out over 3 floors. Kitchen , living area, bathroom and 2 bedrooms.

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Christmas Lurgy, Exploding Ovens and Thieving Seagulls

Ok, so I realise I am a little late in writing this post but with all the joys of Christmas and New Year, I really haven’t had chance to get around to it. Well, I say joys but in reality that consisted of snot (and the entire Kleenex factory), uncontrollable coughs, sleep deprivation and just to top it off an oven that blew up ‘mid Christmas dinner!!’

Luckily for us (not the turkey or the cow), the meats were cooked to perfection just as we heard the bang. I was not quite so lucky and although alcohol lubricated some parts and numbed others, it did nothing to cure my overall condition and I suspect may have helped to prolong my symptoms. I did keep trying though.

Having had enough of Christmas and the whole ‘feed a cold, starve a fever’ (I was feeding my cold for England), we decided that a trip to the coast to blow away the cobwebs was needed as was a long stroll to burn off the excesses. I say we decided…I decided!! I’m sure my other half would have preferred to be on the golf course. However with the promise of fish and chips he was converted…no trip to the English seaside is complete without eating fish and chips out of the paper outside in the cold and wind. It’s tradition.

So off we set on our road trip over North Yorkshire’s finest, The Fylingdales. It had snowed a couple of days before and the remnants still lingered over the moors. The scenery was stunning.

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