Whitby: The Most English Of English Towns

After a fitful night of sleep (I woke up three hours in to it, refreshed and ready to go. Too bad it was 1:30 am UK time.) we got up and ready to get on the road to Whitby.

Whitby is a relatively small town on the north-east coast of England. I’d told my friends I’d love to see the ocean while I was over here in the UK and they said we may as well kill two birds with one stone as Whitby is supposed to have the best fish and chips in England. Oh yeah, they have a goth festival too.

I haven’t done too much research on it myself but apparently this goth festival started back in the 90s, it started in Whitby due to its mention in Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Thousands of people attend it, flooding Whitby in what would normally be very quiet seasons. Nowadays they hold it twice a year. Once in April and once in October. Having been there in October I don’t know how anyone can survive the April date.

On the road to Whitby. Lots of rolling hills and lovely views.

Whitby was a fantastic town with a ton of charm and holy crap breathtaking views. It was also very windy and very cold. Not to mention a little bit rainy. We didn’t let that dampen our fun though. We spent the entire day in Whitby walking down the streets, checking out a few of the shops, and climbing the stairs up to the Abbey. All while surrounded by people kitted out in spikes and black makeup.

Just some of the houses in Whitby. The one with the blue door caught my eye.
It had just finished raining for the time being, across the bay is the abbey up on the hill. The archway to the left is made out of whale bone!
A closer view.
One of the streets in Whitby as we were headed toward the Abbey. Shops lined the streets with all kinds of things for sale. There were some fantastic entertainers too.

The streets were exceptionally crowded I thought, but my friends told me that if it hadn’t been so cold and rainy that it would have been like a cattle-car.

I did get my fish and chips from a place called Magpie Café. Apparently they are a full service restaurant but we got it from a little take-out offshoot. I have to say that these were probably the best fish and chips I’ve had in a long time, if not ever. We sat in a pavilion down the street and ate out of our takeaway boxes while chatting and watching the ocean roar in off the wharf.

After lunch we went to an arcade along the main road and played a few holes of minigolf, tried our luck at a couple 2p machines, and generally got ourselves out of the cold for a little while.

Looking back across the inlet from the bluffs at the abbey.

We’ve had a full day at this point, the sun was beginning to go down, so we decided to say goodbye to Whitby and head home to rest and recuperate for the next day.



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