Retracing my roots
Robin Hoods Bay Travel Blog› entry 641 of 658 › view all entries
People i met here, who contributed to and improved my trip: Julia (Russia), Mum and Dad (England)
Our day ended at Robin Hoods Bay, a gem of a fishing village, which is where my grandma was born and brought up. Hardly anything has changed in the last 100 years, with one of the few exceptions been that toilets are now inside the houses, rather than outside. I remember as a child, i was told a story about my grandma's outdoor toilet, that was located at the bottom of the garden, at the cliff edge. One stormy night, the cliff crumbled into the sea and the toilet met a watery end! Thankfully nobody had eaten a vindaloo that night, and everyone had been tucked up in bed.
As we were looking for a parking space in the small car park, a nice family told us they were just leaving, so we could have their space. They also gave us the parking ticket that they were using, as it had several hours left to run on it, which was really kind of them. With parking issues resolved, we set off down the incredibly steep road, that leads down to the sea. The road contained some souvenir shops and a couple of pubs and cafes, and some of the small side lanes were really beautiful to wander off down.
Once we reached the sea, we took a stoll along the rocky shore line, as the tide was out. It was really relaxing and peaceful, although i reckon i would have been a tad bored growing up here, if i am being honest.