Return to Whitby

Every time we visit our friends in Sleights, we visit the nearby town of Whitby.

The tide was out but the seas were rough because of a stiff breeze.

Some brave souls down at the water's edge.

The southern headland.

A dredge that has been deepening the harbour.

Entrance to the harbour. See my blog from two years ago for more information about the entrance.

Rescue boat which is now used to carry tourists out to sea, loading up with fuel.

Old Austin.

Old fashioned life boat in the Life Boat Museum.  

Imagine rowing out into the rough seas beyond the harbour entrance.

Huge rudder.

The chute would have helped steer the boat, presumably in following seas.

On the wall were plaques like these listing the events when the Life Boat went out. They went back for years and years.

Former cox's of the life boat. I suspect it would have been fun to have a beer with these blokes.

We had never been to Whitby in Summer before and despite the cool weather, the seaside nature of the place was in full swing. Junk everywhere.

The dredge.

Because part of the book Dracula is set in Whitby, the town has a Goth culture.

Seaside towns, they are all the same in summer.

The tide was out.

When we come to Sleights now, our friends know to feed us some kippers. They were loading up the smoke house when we arrived, but the fish was not local. It had come from Norway and Iceland. At one time you could reputedly cross from one side of the harbour to the other on fishing boats. They are virtually all gone now.

Fancy lids for your Marmite. I wonder if they do a lid for Vegemite.

There are fascinating lane ways leading back from the main thoroughfares. Some have gardens at the end.

We came across this rather weird car. It looked like a Frankenstein car with parts from various American cars.

An old charabanc.

And finally, the smoked kippers. They are truly delicious.