So farewell Whitby

I had a lovely conversation with my friend, the writer and blogger Andrew Simpson this afternoon. I told him all about our recent visit to Whitby, the interesting old coastal town and harbour in Yorkshire. I will be writing more about our adventures there over the next week or so but you can find Andrew’s fascinating blog here:

https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/

Meanwhile, here is a fabulous poem Andrew wrote about my holiday in Whitby!

Whitby – farewell!

So farewell Whitby,

You are all a visitor could ask for.

Jet, vampires, and sad ruins on East Cliff.

Tea rooms, art galleries and that museum

Of Endeavour, whales and fossils.

Not forgetting a Hand of Glory

And that ancient Egyptian

Gone before his pension plan.

Still, I await a Whitby inspired series of stories and posts

Along with more forlorn pictures

Of ruins, moors and endless seascapes.

But now you are back with the familiar

Routines of Uphill rural life

And perhaps more that a few pub visits

Where Bari can offer shanties of Whitby’s sailing past

And you of dark tales of lost monks

Restless vampires and that Jet inspired

Black rock cake and Transylvanian pick me up

From Eric’s emporium of teas, sweet things

And faded photos of fisherman and sepia streets

Nestling beside those porcelain figures of Captain Cook and Mr. Stoker.

Time to bid adieu …. hard against the past.

© Andrew Simpson