At the start of this year, my friend Flick was over from Ibiza. We decided to catch up whilst walking in the Lakes, because going from a pleasantly warm 12 – 15 degrees to single digits in Manchester wasn’t enough of a temperature change – close to freezing on the fells was what was required.
Back in August, I decided I wanted to take Rowan away for a couple of days before he started school. Rick doesn’t get as many holidays as me, so leaving him at home with Rocky and Pebble, we headed to North Yorkshire and the lovely seaside town of Whitby. Traffic on the A64 meant the drive took a lot longer than we thought, so we arrived much later than we had planned. We were determined to make the most of our time there though. After dropping our things at the bed and breakfast, we set out to explore the town.
This is the last of my posts about our holiday in Cornwall, but I couldn’t leave out the beautiful little cove at the bottom of the road where we were staying in St Agnes.
We found ourselves here a number of evenings and one drizzly afternoon. The cove itself is surrounded by high cliffs, at the top of which is the South West Coastal Path, but for each visit, we satisfied ourselves with exploring what the beach had to offer.