When it rains

Hello

Living in the Midlands has some drawbacks - a major one is that we are a minimum 

of a 2 hour drive from the coast. And every so often I have a yearning to 

see the sea, eat fish and chips and waste a few pounds (and a couple of hours) 

in the amusements. 

So Last Friday I booked a night for us all at Whitby Youth Hostel. 

We set off at 9.30 on Friday morning, a bit later than planned but it is 

the summer holidays and have you tried getting 3 teenagers/young 20 somethings 

up early when there is no pressing need?

 The weather forecast wasn't good but I live by the motto that 

"the weather is never as bad as they forecast". 

I think on Friday my motto let me down. 

As we headed north the skies brightened, 

my natural optimism grew but as we turned off the A1 and skirted the 

North Yorkshire Moors, visibility dropped to about 20 metres.

  The clouds were low and the rain was heavy. 

We headed for Staithes and sat in the car to ear our lunch. 

Once the rain eased, we headed down into Staithes, dodging the heavy rain showers 

in tea shops. 

It was flipping chilly too, I ended up wearing son's jumper to keep warm!

Fish and chips were eaten in Whitby. 

Entertainment for me in the Youth Hostel was browsing through some old copies of a

 magazine we used to read as children "Essex Countryside" - yes, at heart I am an

 Essex girl! The date on this one is 1969!

I loved the adverts - look at that Capri, 3 litre was pretty impressive!

And look at these adverts for TVs. In the advert above it promotes colour transmission

 as starting in November 1969! And the telephone numbers are so short.

Saturday dawned a much brighter prospect....ahhh! 

This is the Whitby that I had in mind when I booked our one night away!

Even at 10am the harbour was busy - 

everyone eager to escape outside after the wet and cool day before. 

The sun shone brightly - it can't fail to lift the spirits.  

After a walk round Whitby we headed south to Filey, one of my favourite seaside resorts, 

and a place we often stayed in for a week when the children were little. 

It has happy memories for us - how can we forget the time when our younger son

 aged just 3 months managed to roll out of bed and fall in the open suitcase 

by the bed - that was a bit of luck wasn't it!

Or the week when I very nearly came home early from holiday because same son, 

a couple of years older, would not sleep except from 10pm to 6am - 

not the most considerate times for parents, ready for a holiday and hoping for a relaxing week!

Said son is now 19 and sleeps 11pm to 11am (if we let him!)

Ahh... Filey Bay...

fluorescent ice creams...

and an incoming tide!

Then far too soon, it was time to say goodbye once more to the sea!

Until next time Filey!

xXx

Hope you all had a good weekend!