A 2.5 hour bus trip took us over part of the North Yorkshire Moors to Whitby. The moors themselves perhaps illustrate that the English are not used to sweeping views over treeless landscape. It was impressive, but coming from Australia, something we have quite a lot of.

Whitby, on the other hand, was interesting as the fourth seaside town we have been to in England, or fifth actually as we went to one with Stephen’s cousin Alan many years ago. This one is at the junction of a river and is/was a fishing village. Eversley had set her sights on climbing up 199 steps to an old monastery. Although the steps were shallow and an easier climb than expected, we decided to do the opposite headland where Stephen was delighted to find a statue of Captain Cook. We visited Botany Bay earlier this year and it rounded off his excursion into history very nicely.

We had taken a picnic lunch with us, which we ate on arrival at a pub which advertised that we could eat our own food there, but had to buy a drink. Because we would be arriving home after 8.00 pm we had an early tea at another pub, fish and chips, which was delicious, in an upstairs room at a pub. There was a sign saying we couldn’t use our mobile phones, laptops, etc. to promote conversation, which was annoying as we wanted to see Eversley’s photos. I could show off mine as cameras weren’t forbidden. I’ve seen this sort of sign in cafes in Perth, but not been to a place where it is enforced.

We were tired by this stage and hung around enjoying the late afternoon ambience of the town whilst we waited for our bus. We napped on the way home.

And some the North Yorkshire Moors, through the bus window.