Journey's end

A few photos of the journey, it takes five hours from Essex to Whitby, stopping off a couple of times at the motor way services and of course Little Chef for a break, though nothing bought.  It was gloomy most of the way, I could just hear Kate Bush calling 'Heathcliff' as we drove over the moors, and as we descended into Whitby already getting dark at 3 0 clock.

Yesterday odd jobs to see to, LS repaired a broken slat on the new bed, and also touched up the paint in the bathroom which is either hit by the shower head or peels itself of the wall.  More tiling is called for, but can't be done unless we stay a couple of months.  The cottage is not being let out as a holiday cottage from next year, I am tired of the hassle, its future is undecided.

The neighbours are still the same, Frasier grumpier than ever, and Jim next door 81 years old looking more frail than ever.  His wife Mary is in Scarborough hospital, she has poor lady lost her memory, but occasionally comes back to their cottage, Jim is devoted to her, although they seemed to fight when they were together. A sad tale.....

Wish I could have taken a photo of the goth in Sainsbury's yesterday, great giant of a man with what was left of his hair pulled back in a pony tail, and an enormous leather coat.  Male goths always wear black leather it goes with the pale skin and blood red lips!  There is even glitter in the carpet here, always a sign that a goth has stayed, or perhaps Marks and Spark's 'fairies' have been around.  LS said we should go up the 199 steps one night just to see how ghostly it is up at the church yard, but I'm not sure I want to just in case.

A new house to see today, called Church House, situated between the churchyard and a tiny pub....

The moors are extra gloomy in grey weather.

Catching glimpses of the little railway valley

Horcum Hole, 

Pickering as we  pass through

Just outside Pickering these hens graze the verge happily, they live in the field and I have never seen them on the road in all the years we have passed.