Oh i do like to be beside the seaside
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People i met here, who contributed to and improved my trip: Julia (Russia), Mum and Dad (England)
Whitby is a classic seaside town, which gained fame as the place where Captain James Cook learned his trade as a sailor and where the boat 'Endeavour' was built. Cook's greatest expeditions included; charting Australia, New Zealand and also going to Tahiti to observe the transit of Venus, in 1769. Today, it's a laid back place, which relies upon the fishing industry and tourism.
We parked the car at the top end of town, next to St Hilda's Church, and walked down Royal Crescent and North Terrace, which runs parallel to the sea. We soon came to a monument of Captain Cook and over the harbour on the far hill, we got a sighting of Whitby Abbey. To get down to the harbour, we passed under huge whale bones, which showed the size of some of the catch that the brave fishermen would go after!
The streets were packed with tourists, and queues at all of the fish and chip shops were snaking out of the door.
Having gorged myself to bursting point, the Abbey on top of the hill now looked a long, long way away. Mum and Dad decided they wouldn't be able to roll themselves up there, so left Julia and I to it. Having walked up the 199 steps, we were treated to stunning panoramic views and also the Church of St Mary. We took a quick look in the church and bought a second hand book, then went on to the Abbey.
St Hilda's Abbey is usually just referred to as Whitby Abbey, but received it's real name from Lady Hilda, who was the Abbess when the Benedictine Monastery first opened, in 657AD.
Being a tight arse and extremely short on cash after the last 3 years of travel, i decided to avoid the admission fee and instead just walk around the perimeter of the Abbey. You can essentially see everything that's worth seeing without actually entering, and i've been here before and paid, so i didn't see the point to be honest.
After circling the Abbey for half an hour, we walked back down to find my mum and dad, and to my disbelief, Dad was tucking into an ice cream.
We finished our trip by walking along the narrow, cobbled streets in the centre of the town, which are worth the trip in their own right. Then it was time to move on to Robin Hoods Bay, which was where my gran was born and raised, so another place of significance to my family.