Gothic Weekend

The weather man had predicted chilly for higher ground, as we made our way over the moors an auspicious sky developed setting a moody tone for the weekend to come............

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!

St Mary's church stands just below the Abbey on the descent into Whitby town, I wasn't sure what to make of it at first when I caught sight of the bride's veil blowing in the wind, mingling with the raging sea background, it looked like something straight out of a period drama........

A Gothic wedding, I was enchanted and beside myself..........

Tearing myself away we descended down the 199 steps to the town itself where my love and I had just the most wonderful day................ sigh

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!