So this is the bit where I return from holiday and bore you all witless with our family holiday in the UK shenanigans. Apologies in advance but it’s all part of the service.
So we went to Whitby. Again. In a house we’ve stayed in before. Again. And it was pretty much brilliant. Again. Apart from the lack of Jumping Jimmies Trampolines which we are all grieving the loss of. Tragic.
But I’d better start from the beginning. I wouldn’t want you missing anything.
The North Yorkshire coast has the following benefits:
1. It’s near to Sheffield. My daughters can last the sum total of 2.5 hours in a car which gives us 30 minutes for a traffic jam. It’s even better when you can split the journey up by visiting your brother and eating pizza.
2. It’s beautiful. Especially when you are staying in a house at the foot of the viaduct over the Esk on the steam train line. A house which also has a playground and access to a swimming pool and is in walking distance of Whitby and rowing boats. Even if it does smell quite strongly of dogs.
3. They drive on the left hand side of the road in Yorkshire.
4. We like fish and chips.
5. Our family are keen on fossils, sand, sea, wildlife and always bumping into at least one person you know.
6. We’ve been there before. Which, whilst perhaps being a bit boring, does mean you don’t waste time in tourist information offices, struggling to find a supermarket or generally getting lost.
So our first evening was a trip to Sandsend and the realisation that 5 years old is the perfect time to go to the seaside. At 5 you are still perfectly happy to wee in a hole in the sand and are blissfully happy leaping waves and drawing in the sand. 7 is a good age too. Although I’m not sure she would have gone along with digging her own latrine.
At bedtime the girls struggled to get to sleep with the excitement. They came downstairs at 9.30pm to tell us there were rabbits in the playground. I checked the information sheet and we definitely weren’t expected to catch, feed or clean them out which was a relief. And remarkably they seem much more exciting to watch than the two in our own garden at home. Who knew?