Whitby is a seaside town in the North Yorkshire Moors, at the mouth of the River Esk that empties into the North Sea. The area around this
wonderful town is one of my favourite places that I have ever visited because of the history and beauty of the countryside. My dear friend Jill lives in a small village about 3 miles inland from
Whitby and, after two visits, has shown me so much of the area that I
wish I could live there! If I could drive standard shift from the right hand side of the car, I'd be there in a flash. However, I did try it once and was totally upside down and twisted. Although I do know how to drive shift, doing it with my left hand had me flummoxed! So I guess I'll just have to make do
with visits
when Jill or her husband can drive me.
Whitby's history is amazing! The earliest known settlement was in 656 when the Christian king of Northumbria founded the first abbey. In 867 the monastery was destroyed by Viking raiders and another monastery was founded in 1078. It was during this period when the town got its name
Whitby, meaning "
white settlement" in Old Norse. The town functioned as a fishing settlement until, in the 18th century, it developed as a port and centre for shipbuilding and
whaling, trade in locally mined alum, and the manufacture of
Whitby jet jewellery.
See my post on jet jewelry here.
Whitby Abbey is the town's oldest and most
well-known landmark.
Whitby also has a strong literary tradition and has featured in literary works, television and cinema, most famously in Bram Stoker's "Dracula." There's a fascinating article about Dracula's birthplace in
Whitby right
here,
well worth reading!
The actual town of
Whitby has an "old" side and a "new" side so after we had seen
Whitby Abbey and the Abbey House plus St. Mary's Church high on the hillside, we
wandered down to the older area of town. As someone who has lived in or near
Whitby all her life, Jill knew all the little nooks and crannies. Suddenly, she said "Come with me!" And
we crept down the narrowest alleyway I'd ever seen and at the other end was a spectacular sight.
We saw private gardens, little shops, artwork and crafts and sights that the other tourists
would never see!
We went to the Jet Museum, but just as
we were going to leave, a rain cloud dumped its load. As tourists scattered,
we crossed over to Marie Antoinette's tea house
where we had hot chocolate and carrot cake beneath the most beautiful chandelier. All I could think as
we sat there
was "Let them eat cake!"
When the rain finally stopped, we crossed the bridge into the newer side of
Whitby and
went into a modern grocery store to pick up a few supplies. Then we headed back home to her village of Grosmont on the bus.
What a ride that was! Bumpity bump along the
winding roadway up the hills and down until we arrived home.
What a
wonderful day!
There's a slideshow
waiting for you to view, should you wish to do so. The music is the theme to the movie "Black Beauty," very subtle as you view my photos. Enjoy!
