A damp day in Whitby, chasing a wild goose and sketching, sketching, sketching.
Whitby kippers, wet cliffs, a mad bull, hi-viz kids and happy holiday memories. The Ends of the Earth and an ending for me too.
I hike on down the coast, cross the sands, pass Hob Holes, clamber up a ravine and see a different side of Whitby.
A ‘Zero’ hiking day. From Levisham station to Whitby on the historical steam railway. Chips and seagulls, disappointment and an expensive loss.