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 😂😂😂😂😂
A Dad trying to cope with the loss of his Partner and becoming a single parent. 
Great shot.
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Thanks Di ❤️
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Beautiful!
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Thank you 🙏
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LOL. Funny how our memories often aggrandize reality, eh?
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It happens so often
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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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The other thing was I remember a really awesome, big dinosaur museum. It now seems to be a really small, little gift shop with a few fossils 😂😂
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I can see Hawklad making a crack about you fitting in with the fossils! 😂😂
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Would have to be some crack for me to fit in😂
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😂
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👍
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You live in a stunning place! Absolutely beautiful!
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We are blessed
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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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It feels like it’s got colder here. No Spring here
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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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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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It didn’t help that a couple of cute little puppies were running in and out of the tunnel.
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I don’t fancy the tunnel, however short, but it’s a lovely place. There and Staithes and Runswick Bay are old haunts for me.
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I love those places
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Lovely pictures! Yorkshire always impresses me. Going to its north part this summer.
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Hope you enjoy it.
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I love how our young minds embellish 🙂
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I do as well 😊
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You were a young lad at the time. Lovely photos Gary
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Definitely was.
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🙏🏼💕
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❤️
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That same tunnel was on TV last night – Antiques Roadtrip. It’s a small world. Things are always less impressive in hindsight. It’s just the way the world is. 😦
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Sadly they do.
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How lovely! I remember that place very well – I was a kid then too.
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What made me smile was as cold as it was, they were still selling a ton of ice cream
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Hehe. 😆 Love the photos! ❤ Looks a lovely place.
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You might need an umbrella there ❤️
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