The steps to St Hilda’s Church and the Abbey on the cliff above Whitby. There are level areas for the pall-bearers to take a rest.
On the right is the Donkey Trod – this cobbled way was once the main road to Scarborough.
Caedmon’s cross is to the right. Caedmon was a Saxon ploughman – in his dreams some of the first English poems and songs would appear. The Abbess, St Hilda thought him blessed.
Church Street this week. Plenty of tourists.
These narrow ginnels and vennels and yards run down to the harbour from Church Street. They could be barricaded whenever pirates raided the town.
The missing apostrophe confuses visitors. The yard was owned by Mr and Mrs Argument, a local family. They were peace loving as far as we know.
Even poodles get confused.
Mr Fortune smokes herrings half-way down Henrietta Street.
Herrings metamorphose into kippers in the smoke of smouldering oak chips.
Now I’m vegetarian, kippers are the only things ‘that had mothers’ that I miss. The man in the smoke-house said he will let me know should he ever invent a vegetarian kipper.
Herring gull, replete after feeding on tourist chips and sandwiches.
Captain James Cook sailed from here as an apprentice seaman and later under government commision to map the coasts of Australia and New Zealand. The charts he made of the Pacific NW coast of the USA and Canada are still used by navigators. Captain Bligh (of The Bounty) sailed with him and helped with the charting – some say Bligh should have much more of the credit for the chart’s astonishing accuracy.
Cook was killed on a shore in The Sandwich Islands (now Hawaii) by some Polynesians. It was a misunderstanding due to a squabble over a stolen ship’s rowing boat.
So, that is what I saw this week in Whitby after I delivered some copies of ‘Tom Fleck’ to the bookshop.