When we woke up in the van on Wednesday morning, the weather outside wasn't much improved. It was cold, grey, drizzly and very misty. As a consequence, it didn't seem like a very good idea to go walking over the moors due to the limited visibility and after taking a shower and having breakfast, we decided to head to the nearby town of Whitby instead.
I'd had a bad night, as I had suffered from a recurrence of severe back ache during the night, a condition that started a couple of weeks ago, but had improved considerably before we came away. I think, however, that being holed up in the van due to the inclement weather, had exacerbated it and it returned with a vengeance.
Consequently, getting out and about was vital, so Whitby it was. In spite of my predicament, I managed to slowly climb the 199 steps up to the hauntingly beautiful Whitby Abbey.
We hadn't visited in over 10 years and in the intervening years, English Heritage had built a heritage centre and exhibition space on the site, which we paid to enter.
The Abbey itself was a wonderful place to visit and I enjoyed the audio tour that came free with our paid for admission.
After tea and cake in the Abbey Tea Rooms, we made our way back down to the town's many and eclectic little shops, many selling the infamous Whitby jet. I can remember buying a necklace charm made from this stone on my previous visit. By mid afternoon we returned to the van for a late lunch and then moved on with our travels.
Late afternoon, we drove over the moors, via Goathland, to a new campsite in Rosedale. The mist was still low causing visibility to be very limited still and we felt reassured that we'd made the right decision not to go walking today. Instead, we made our way to a new camp site in Rosedale for the evening.