It’s a steep old walk out the village.. try that when it’s icy.

More tropical Yorkshire weather, more time by the coast. This time beautiful, old Robin Hood’s Bay. Welcome to the eighteenth centuries busiest Yorkshire smuggling port. Maybe the name came from this being the legendary ‘give to the poor’ hero’s seaside refuge, maybe it came from local fairy folklore. One thing is for sure, if it was Robin Hood or a Forest Elf, I hope they got wrapped up warm. It’s a place to blow away the cobwebs, it’s a place for the thickest of thick woolly jumpers.

Many many years ago, a young me came here on an outward bounds course. It’s funny how time expands and enhances the memories. I remember vividly climbing during the middle of the night, through a dark, waste deep, raging stream filled tunnel. A tunnel that went on for several deadly miles, finally after one of the greatest feats of human endurance, emerging onto the windswept beach. From this very exit…

Unfortunately it doesn’t appear to be very waste deep…. and pacing the tunnel out, it’s probably 50 yards long at most….

My whole life has been based on a lie 😂😂😂😂😂

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  4. Still sounds like an adventure, Gary! It’s always interesting to look back at childhood memories with adult eyes. 😆

    Yorkshire is so beautiful. I can see why you like to visit.

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      1. I’m so glad you realise that, because not many people realise how blessed they are, whilst living in the place they live. Of course winter in Yorkshire probably makes you wonder, but voila, here is the spring. 🌸🌸🌸

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      3. I procrastinated the tidy up yesterday, by spending the whole day in the garden, because it was warm enough. Got loads of things planted, sat on a bench and listened to the robin. I think it could be your turn in Yorkshire to get some warmer weather, after all it’s only fair.

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  6. No, I’m sure the tunnel shrank. I love the photographs. I remember the chill wind that used to blow us along when the unholy nuns forced us to go out on a Sunday afternoon and walk along the cliffs that looked out toward Lundy Island. I’ve had a perpetual nose drip ever since.

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