We had to park the car down near the harbour as there isn't any parking in the old part of Whitby. The old part is typical fishing village type with narrow winding, cobbled streets with alleyways (snickles) leading off to other narrow, winding, cobbled streets. When we found the pub I was delighted to see that it was the one photographed to use in my 'Green Door' journal page for the Contemporary Quilters challenge in 2008.
We were at the top of the pub, some three storeys high again fairly typical burgerage type properties with narrow fronts leading to long narrow buildings behind. We looked down on Church Street and across to the Butter Market whose bell rang every hour!! We decided to walk down to the pier before finding some food but we left things a bit late as all the restaurants, cafes and pubs stopped serving food around 9pm. It had been such a lovely evening we'd lost track of time. Even though it was getting late there was still a queue of people waiting to be served at the famous Magpie cafe. Unfortunately they had bookings, we didn't so we settled for fish and chips from the local chippie, which were delicious. A stray cat also enjoyed some of our
fish as did the seagulls.
We checked the car in the morning to see how many parcels the seagulls had left us and found none, much to Keith's relief. The small fishing boats were just heading out with customers for some fishing.
We had a couple of hours to spare before meeting and pottered round Whitby looking at the shops and up the winding alleyways to our hearts content.
Naturally you can't come to Whitby and not see the 199 steps up to St Mary's Church and Whitby abbey or the whalebone arch
at the top of the West Cliff.
By now the temperature was rising and we were really feeling the heat. Some people had the right idea and were swimming in the river.
The quilt show was small but really interesting and all the quilts and wallhangings were really beautiful and very well made. There were a few traders so naturally I had to buy more fabric. I bought three Jelly Rolls, I know I wasn't going to buy any more but I just love the colours when they are altogether like that. I have absolutely zero resistance. Wendy and I spent a couple of lovely hours browsing, purchasing and talking to old friends. However the heat in the hall became unbearable to us and two hours was as much as we could cope with. We met up with the boys and set off to walk down the cliff side to enjoy a lovely lunch of, yep you've guessed - fish and chips. Nowhere does fish and chips as good as Whitby.