Road trip day 3: the North York Moors & Whitby.

Road trip day 3: Moors & Whitby, a set on Flickr.

We went to the moors, finally. We drove through them, then down into the dales, then back up into the moors, and so on, but not too long, until we reached Goathland, where we caught a train to Whitby. Which is a busy holiday/beach town, with a fantastic ruined abbey that Bram Stoker loved. You walk up 199 steps to the abbey, which was shrouded in mist. Altogether gorgeous.

Then, we ate fish and chips by the river back in town, and took the train back. Back through the moors, very satisfactory. But you could spend forever there--walks and hikes and all manner of old stuff. It's the kind of place I'm not sure you could ever exhaust.

Lake Windemere, yo.

[note: making up posts from our trip to The NORTH of England...several others to follow! ...and see post from Stirling Castle directly below this one.]

 

Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
in such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought: