The rain continued all last night and Steve had trouble getting off the muddy site. We tried to take the road across the moor but it was blocked by a fallen tree, so we continued on the main roads, where the rain turned to occasional sleet, and then back to rain. Steve, somewhat over optimistically I thought, decided to try and park in the centre, so after a fruitless 15 mins search we went to the park and ride. Which thankfully didn’t have a height barrier.
Whitby looked very nice, but I was reluctant to take my hands out of my pockets to take photos, as the rain, although fine, was driven by a bitter wind, the only solution, as I could see, was find a pub and stay there, but as Steve was driving it proved to be a one drink stay, and after a brief canter around the rain soaked streets, we got the P&R bus back. We’ll come back when the weathers better.
we took the scenic route to Pickering across the moors,where the rain was rudely interrupted by the occasional snow shower, and got to the site, to find that the electricity was off. There was no way we were chancing the mud again, so they let us park on the bit of tarmac opposite the bins and van waste water bit, which was the road through to the other muddy field with the caravan rally on. It wasn’t as bad as it sounds, I made a stew, clamped it down in the ‘hay’ cooker and we went to the pub where there was a coal fire burning and the pumps were working somehow. The electricity board was there trying to fix a fuse and we had power shortly after.
Whitby
The rain continued all last night and Steve had trouble getting off the muddy site. We tried to take the road across the moor but it was blocked by a fallen tree, so we continued on the main roads, where the rain turned to occasional sleet, and then back to rain. Steve, somewhat over optimistically I thought, decided to try and park in the centre, so after a fruitless 15 mins search we went to the park and ride. Which thankfully didn’t have a height barrier.
Whitby looked very nice, but I was reluctant to take my hands out of my pockets to take photos, as the rain, although fine, was driven by a bitter wind, the only solution, as I could see, was find a pub and stay there, but as Steve was driving it proved to be a one drink stay, and after a brief canter around the rain soaked streets, we got the P&R bus back. We’ll come back when the weathers better.
we took the scenic route to Pickering across the moors,where the rain was rudely interrupted by the occasional snow shower, and got to the site, to find that the electricity was off. There was no way we were chancing the mud again, so they let us park on the bit of tarmac opposite the bins and van waste water bit, which was the road through to the other muddy field with the caravan rally on. It wasn’t as bad as it sounds, I made a stew, clamped it down in the ‘hay’ cooker and we went to the pub where there was a coal fire burning and the pumps were working somehow. The electricity board was there trying to fix a fuse and we had power shortly after.