|A prospect of Whitby|
|The Grand Hotel and grand it is!|
Two towns, the first, Whitby, this is the town that launched a thousand pubs all called ‘The Prospect of Whitby’.
We arrived on a dull late June afternoon however after a romp round Whitby Abbey (home of Bram Stoker and Dracula) it turned into a glorious summer evening and from the Abbey grounds the whole town was bathed in a golden light.
We were in this neck of the woods for a fossil hunting morning the next day.
We had decided to stay in Scarborough as Travel Lodge was offering a good deal. Their welcome, the room and location were perfect. We looked out onto The Grand Hotel.
Grand it is and as I sat down to draw early the morning several coaches cautiously rolled up to collect people. Presumably at some stage of a tour, the halt and the fleet of foot disconsolately dragged their wheelies down the hotels steps to the bus.
Off we went to look for fossils!
|Whitby Abbey - old stones in the evening sun|
|The scene of our fossil hunt|