Camping Trip: Part 2

So, we drove into the small port town of Whitby about 3 in the afternoon like a disheveled band of desperados gagging for ice cream. I remember we parked the car and had a stroll around. We had our ice cream fix and then we needed to pinpoint where the campsite was. 15 minutes later after finding our Bearings we drove across a small bridge that stretched across the incoming sea and followed the road for about half a mile and turned left onto a long drive that led up to a camp office.

We paid the fee to camp for 3 days and were told we could choose any spot that we wanted. We chose a place that gave us a wonderful view of the sea about 12 feet from the cliff edge and a spectacular view of the Abbey. It was safe for the children because there was a small safety fence preventing anyone getting to close to the edge but it didn’t impede our view. Perfect spot. It took myself and Angie about 30 minutes to erect the tent whilst the kids went to explore the campsite.

If I had the ability to stop time, I would chose that moment. The tent behind me as I stood holding Angie by my side, the kids playing in the distance, the wide open sea view before us and the Abbey watching over everything as it took pride of place on top of the cliffs. Perfect.

For what remained of that 1st day, we walked along a path by the cliff edge that took us to the ruined Abbey made famous by Bram Stoker. The kids loved the idea of Dracula lurking lurking around the Abbey, pretending to be vampires as we walked down a rickety flight of stone steps into the heart of Whitby.

We explored every inch of Whitby over the 3 days we spent there, laughing and joking as we went, but 4 incidents have seared themselves into my memory. The 1st was when we booked to go on a ghost walk because the kids insisted. It started at 7pm and lasted for 1 hour, the guide taking us on a tour of all the places that ghosts had been seen over the centuries. The kids loved every minute, never straying far from our side, but for me, one comical incident made it worthwhile. About 5 or 10 minutes into the ghost tour the guide stopped outside a pub by the harbour that was famous locally for a resident grey lady. There were 2 guys in the background, sat in the harbour wall, feet dangling down over the edge, each nursing an almost full pint of beer and obviously the worst for wear.

The amusing thing was, when our guide spoke about the haunting of the pub they (The two pissed men) made ghost noises (Wooooooooohhhhhh) and made sarcastic but funny comments, which stopped our guide from talking and compelled him to reply with an equally sarcastic comment. The comedy continued for quite a while because they decided to follow the group around, making a quip every now and then. Right at the end of his guided tour, our guide turned around to his tormentors and told them to piss off, which they did, laughing as they mingled into the crowd of tourists.

The good thing was, the children enjoyed their ghost tour, nearly as much as I did !!

This has been an unusually long post for me so I’ll carry this on in the next episode.

10 thoughts on “Camping Trip: Part 2

  1. Everyone always says, “Woooo….woooo” but I don’t think that’s the sound ghosts would make. Probably more like whispering your name in your ear…or a hair-raising, unearthly sound you couldn’t even identify. Luckily the kids got the more innocent version!

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  2. I believe it was worth it to stop the time at this very moment 😊 and it was funny despite being ridiculous and pissing the guide 😂 these memories are the best I believe

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