Shepherd's Purse
Travel Blogs from Whitby
Our Holiday by the Sea
... than it looks on TV but when we looked at our pictures it looked larger than life as well. I leant on the bar where Claude Greengrass and all the others drank, but was served by a young lass who wasn't a patch on Gina.
Although it was a miserable day the Moors, just like the Dales, are lovely in any weather.
Trip to Whitby tomorrow and maybe a train ride to Middlesbrough.
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Yorkshire
... many stately homes around here. Next day we caught the train(it was meant to be the steam train but it was out of action) to Whitby where of course Captain Cook came from. It is a very lovely seaside town,but unfortunately the weather 'turned' and it was et and cold so we caught the bus home. That was fun as it was a double decker bus and of course we had to sit up top which gave us a brilliant ...
The first steps...
Still a little groggy from a family party the previous night, I wake up at 5u30 in the morning.... After checking at least 20 times whether I packed my passport, I put enough money on my bankcards and more, I am ready to go at 6u00, programming the GPS for my first destination: Car Ferry Terminal, Calais. Nice and quiet drive, but I am already getting a little anxious for "driving on the other side of the road" hehe.... Arriving in Calais a little early, but ...
Barnard Castle, Whitby,Warmfield
... being a Tuesday and the bank holiday finished we would be ok, but that was not to be.Also not a parking spot to be found, all full so we ditched the lunch break in Whitby and looked at the Whitby Abbey instead. Awesome sight, it is eerie, grand, magnificent, beautiful and whatever other expression you can think of. It is in ruin but still paints a grand picture. It stands on top of the hill and dominates the whole scene. It would have been an awesome sight in its hey ...
HOW IT ALL STARTED
... My people had some other ideas. One day they sat me down and said I had to pack only the most important things, because we were going to live on the boat! Apparently they had been whispering about this for months behind my tail, Ruta choosing a destination and Alfred – how to get there. So there was nothing else left for me, but to reinvent my dreams and hope to become a first Golden retriever to sail around the world.
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