So, having not spent much time in England for the last 18 years, I've spent the last 4 or 5 months or so at home enjoying numerous weekends and long breaks away with my wife and parents. My mum isn't really one for nature, but my dad is and he's always getting these offers for short breaks in caravans, so I decided to book one with a view to catching up with some friends on the east coast (Yorkshire).
The drive over to the white rose county was the typical English "summer" we've been having of late:
But around 2 and a half hours later we arrived at our extremely humble abode.
Not much room for much of much in here, but for 40 quid a night for 4 people in the times we're living (existing?) in, who's complaining? Certainly not a man who spends his weekends in Wetherspoons! There were a few places on the site for food, beer, coffee, amusements etc, which I don't have any pictures of for some reason, and after getting some fairly average food and a couple of pints, we retired for the evening while making a mental note to brick this fella's windows the following night after 10 pints of Stella.
The reason for getting this place was its perfect location just outside Scarborough and right on the Cleveland Way for walking. Scarborough can be seen in the distance.
Unfortunately, it became clear after checking the weather for the next day that there was gonna be plenty of it after about 2.30pm, so we set off along the Cleveland Way at about 9am with the hope of getting as far as Flamborough head (15 or so miles).
Coming into the seaside town of Filey about an hour later and the skies began to look pretty ominous.
No flies on this lot on the wrong side of the Pennines that's for sure.
Filey is a pleasant little English town where nothing much seems to have happened for quite a while and time seems to be standing still. A bit like Yorkshire as a whole really although I did read that in 1931 a church spire was damaged by the wonderfully named Dogger Bank Earthquake, so I hope that didn't cause too much of a kerfuffle.
I love this picture.
Obviously, the town has centred around the fishing industry throughout its history and there was a pretty impressive sculpture depicting the decline of said industry (more of this later).
It's a very pleasant little seaside town with numerous fish and chip shops dotted about along with rock, sweets...and pound shops.
The average age of the local population was about 127, give or take a year or two, so you can leave your day glow sticks and party frocks at home if you ever visit.
Anyway, after investigating the town, we got back on to the huge beach and headed further south:
As well as sandcastles there were also numerous dead birds littered around, which were clearly testament to the recent bird flu outbreak.