How I love the wild winds and changeable skies as they cast their shadows over the dying bracken moors. By the time we got to Horcum Hole the sky's drama had unleashed rain, hail and snow over Celeste, (our campervan), perfect for a Gothic Whitby Week. Get the flavour here.
We set up camp on the clifftop relaxing with a glass of red, soon slipping into our little cocoon bed listening to the wind and the hail on the metal roof, the feeling was wonderful, like ~ "rock a bye baby in the tree top when the wind blows the cradle will rock", and rock we did the whole night!
Next day was so cold, we layered up before venturing along the clifftop, talk about wild sea horses, those raging waves matched the angry skies, and I was lapping it all up.
The Abbey, living up to its eerie reputation was upon us suddenly at the end of the cliff walk, looking every bit haunted by stories of long ago...... Thrilling to the spectacle outside the Abbey grounds we realised there was something afoot!
A Gothic wedding, I was enchanted and beside myself..........
We treated ourselves to cheese straws and curd tarts from a local bakery which we ate on the pier under our umbrella along with tea from the flask.......perfect!