Whitby holds a plethora of childhood memories for me. Not all of them are great- I suffered quite badly with car sickness when I was younger so I could never quite make the trip to Whitby without throwing up. It was always worth that awful car journey there though and despite my nausea that first sight of the North Sea always sparked excitement. At 23, I've more or less grown out of the car sickness but I'm not sure I've grown out of the excitement of visiting a British seaside town for the day.


  Similar to our trip to York which I shared last week Jake and I took along our cameras to try and capture as much of our day as possible. It was probably one of the last vaguely warm days we had before Autumn well and truly took hold. In my opinion we couldn't have picked a better day- the sky was a clear, perfect blue and the coastal wind wasn't too harsh. We arrived quite late in the day from what I can remember so didn't spend too much time in Whitby town centre, simply wandering through to start our ascent of the 199 steps to Whitby Abbey, famously known for inspiring Bram Stoker's novel Dracula.

We decided not to go into the actual abbey ruins but did get to admire them from the graveyard of the Church of St Mary, a beautiful place to visit in itself with one of the most epic cliff-top views. There's also something eerily beautiful about the huge gravestones mottled from centuries of being lashed by the sea salt addled air.

After all that walking it only made sense that we stopped off for traditional British fish and chips. We visited The Magpie which is quite possibly the best fish and chips in Whitby. It nearly always has a huge queue for both the takeaway and cafe so we were prepared for a wait but by some stroke of luck we managed to only have to wait about 5 minutes for a seat. I didn't manage to get any photos of my food as I was so so hungry by the time it arrived but I'm sure you all are more than aware of what fish and chips look like! After our late lunch we realised we hadn't actually been on the beach yet so we headed to the pier to take yet more photos and relish in the 'golden hour'.

We didn't spend long on the pier. Don't laugh, but I'm actually afraid of it. Specifically, I'm afraid of heights and deep water and as the gaps of the wood plank flooring are quite large you can spot the sea below. It's basically a huge nope from me but if you're brave enough I would recommend walking the full length of it for dramatic views. Maybe next time I visit I will conquer my fear... We left the pier and headed down to the beach. As it was getting quite late we had the whole beach to ourselves (aside from the gulls) and even though it was no longer warm we decided to walk along it barefoot, taking in the quickly disappearing sun.

When the moon appeared, however we decided to call it a day and head back home.

Caitlin x

Have you visited Whitby before? What's your favourite thing about British seaside towns? 


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