Woke up early today, around 6.30am, thanks to a noisy seagull and gale-force winds blowing against the caravan. Weather windy and rainy.
Ellen and kids got up at around 7.30am, with Ellen looking decidely hungover. This was soon confirmed and she went back to bed with a glass of water and some painkillers while I got the kids dressed and fed.
At about 9.45am Ellen finally rose, and after a light breakfast, we all headed on another day's adventure.
Today, we wanted to revisit Cropton, where we'd stayed for an easter holiday in 2004, as well as the nearby village of Hutton-le-Hole.
No sooner had we left Filey along the A170 when the sky brightened gradually before opening up into a lovely blue sky. The forecast was rain, yet were being treated to beautiful sunshine. We couldn’t believe our luck. And the sunshine lasted all day.
We arrived in Cropton around 11.30pm and passed the farmhouse where we’d stayed as well as the New Inn pub where we’d sunk a few local ales.
We passed through the stunning – and I don’t use that word lightly – little village of Lastington before arriving in Hutton-le-Hole around 12pm (pictured above and right).We went straight to the Crown Pub for some lunch.
The Crown is located just off the village high street, overlooking a sleepy village with a little river-cum-stream trickling by. Here, all public land is open access, including highways, and white and black sheep enjoy equal access rights to road and land alongside their human superiors.
The Pub grub was not so much good as great. I got my first taste of fresh Whitby fish with thick-cut, homemade chips, although I was still looking forward to trying the freshly caught equivalents in Whitby proper before the holiday was out. Ellen opted for scampi and the boys both had Yorkshire pudding.
When we'd finished, we walked down to the river-cum-stream in the village and Ellen challenged me to cross the river on the slippery stones. It wasn't deep and about 12 foot across. I got across and then leapt back across it triumphantly, almost breaking my wrists on landing.
Thanks to my experience, I've now got a simple formula for jumping rivers - always take the distance you think you can jump, divide it by 2, and that equals the actual distance you'll jump. It's all in the leap, not the run-up
After a brief walk up on the Moors (pictured above), we headed back to the car and went home for the remainder of the day.
It had been another day well spent and travelling through more sleepy Yorkshire villages, catching more magnificent views along the way. The kids enjoyed themselves too, walking around Hutton-le-Hole in particular, and they were tired by the time we got home. We put them both to bed early.Ellen watched some telly while I edited my diary notes and tasted some more real ales (pictured right) before turning in for the night.
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