Another great English tradition
We’re in Whitby, which by our list doesn’t have a pier. The residents think it does, however, so at the invitation of the lighthouse keeper of the lighthouse on it we came, we saw, we climbed and flashed at the top of if.
We didn’t know there was no camping round here, but had decided a night in a B & B was a necessity for the trip anyway. We checked into one, but they’re much more expensive than we thought — thus instead of a room each and much needed privacy we ended up all sharing a family room.
Here’s Eric and Ernie tucked up on the kingsize: