Whitby

It wouldn’t be half-term without a day in Whitby, even though the weather was a bit drizzly, and even though the remaining ‘child’ is sixteen and whose agreement to go was conditional on him being accompanied by his girlfriend and allowed to wander free on arrival, so no bucket and spade this year and another change was the new park and ride facility that eased access into the town; the rest of the trip followed a tried and tested itinerary that included a game of mini-golf (two holes-in-one), purchase of a quarter (or gram equivalent) of Uncle Joe’s mint balls, a trawl of the charity shops (a fiver secured a  copper hearth brush and a jigsaw), a visit to the remainder bookshop (buying a baking book and a walking guide), and of course, for lunch, Whitby fish and chips (featuring haddock battered with the skin on for extra flavour).