And not just people either. We watched these cute dogs playfully chase their ball into the waters
People and pooches enjoying the best of the Yorkshire coast
There are lots of seafood restaurants in Robin Hood's Bay, but we're saving our appetites for something more special...
Very neat old English town. So glad we ran into those farmers in the park and got this recommendation. We jump back on the bikes for a quick 5 mile jaunt to nearby Whitby.
So we go find a place to eat and drink and warm up
Our quest for the best fish and chips in the country continues. We did a quick Google search for "Best fish and chips in the UK" and the Magpie Cafe came up consistently. Since we were in the area, we decide to drop in and give it a try. We arrived right during dinner hour so it was a bit of a long lineup to get a table. But when the food came:
Nice! That noise you hear is the sound of my arteries hardening
I'll admit our Google search turned up many places that claimed the best fish and chips in the country. After trying Magpie's f&c, I don't know if this is *THE BEST* we ever had, but it was very good. The batter was very light and crispy and equal attention was paid to the chips so that they weren't overly fried or soggy. Delicious! But our fish and chips quest has only begun and there are many more notches I can still undo on my belt before I have to buy new pants, so...
What else is there to do in Whitby? What's that up there on the hill?
Whitby Abbey. It's already pretty late in the day, so we'll have to visit tomorrow
There is a beautiful campsite right next to the abbey. We pull in and a person from reception walks over to us.
"Sorry, no motorcycles allowed. There's another campsite a couple of miles down the road"
Discrimination! I get that some motorcycles are loud. I get that there is a perception that motorcyclists are unruly. But our bikes are whisper quiet and so are we. So if a guy in a loud muscle car pulls up with the tunes cranked and a two-four of bitter (do they have two-fours in the UK?) on the front seat, they'll let him in over us?!? Sucky policy.
Our new campsite is not as nice and doesn't have a view of the Whitby Abbey
Neda's bike is a bit low on oil. It's only been a thousand kms or so after the last service? Is she burning oil or is there a slow leak somewhere? We'll have to keep an eye on that.
When you have tools, you become a very popular person at a campsite
The guys beside us were having problems with their cooking gear and needed some pliers to get the line reconnected to the gas tank. Nice guys. We may not have a primo view or a swanky camp ground, but our peeps here aren't snobs!
I crank up the tunes and I pull out a two-four of bitter out of my topcase and we party with our new friends! Neda revs her engine in rhythm to the music! PAR-TEEEE!!!!
Next morning, we head out to check Whitby Abbey just down the road
Whitby Abbey is a Benedictine abbey dating back to the 6th century
Beautiful gothic ruins!
It's been said that Whitby Abbey was the inspiration for Bram Stoker's Dracula. After visiting Transylvania, we're now adding this to the list after Castle Poenari and Bran Castle. Any other buildings want to claim inspiration for Dracula? Might as well also claim that these castles/abbeys also make the best fish and chips as well!
If you read it on the Internet, it's basically true.
Great pictures Gene - good to see Whitby looking so nice. Just for info, fish and chips are always better when eaten sat out on the sea front (especially in January!):chowtime: . The ruinous state of many of the monasteries and abbeys wasn't helped by the dissoloution of the monasteries by Henry VIII.
We are going to hang around the North York Moors National Park for a couple more days.
Riding into Guisborough on the north-western edge of the park
We really enjoyed walking around Whitby Abbey the other day, so we are going on an Abbey Ruins tour. Abbey Ruins was supposed to be the name of the follow-up album to one of the Beatles most popular records, but it was never completed. You can blame Yoko Ono for that.
We heard there were some Abbey Ruins here in Guisborough. Unforunately, when we got to the entrance, it was closed for the day! We picked the one day of the week that it was closed! Damn you, Yoko!
The Guisborough Priory peeking out from behind the walls
We had a bit of a debate about whether to hop the wall or not, but in the end we decided not to, since the Brexit vote, the authorities have been itching for any excuse to kick EU nationals out of the country. That's Neda, by the way...
Okay, there's another abbey in the western part of North York Moors National Park called Rievaulx Abbey further inside the park. It's another nice ride through the Moors, but when we got to Rievaulx, we discovered that they wanted $15 each for entrance! That's steep for a minor-league abbey... We had to have yet another mini-huddle and discuss whether or not we wanted to pay for this.
In the end, we decided not to. But I dashed into the gift shop and took a picture of the abbey from their window...
So cheap...
Deeply disappointed that we didn't see any abbeys today. If they're all going to be priced like this, I think we'll have to follow in the Beatles' footsteps and cancel the Abbey Ruins Tour. At least it made for a nice excuse to criss-cross the National Park. It's getting kind of late, so we find a grocery store along our way.
The town of Thirsk. Neda finds a grocery store while I stay with the motorcycles
Across the street a busker is playing in the town square, but everyone is paying
more attention to this old couple dancing to the music instead. Awww....
I like the cap someone knitted for this pole in the foreground.
We find a campsite at the western edge of the park just outside a small village called Osmotherley
More Brit vehicles! A Landrover Defender outside Osmotherley Village Store. I always wanted a Defender, just like Lara Croft!
Stopping to smell the flowers
Dropped into the Queen Catherine Hotel in Osmotherley to have a pint of the local brewer Timothy Taylor's ruby ale. So British!
We're really enjoying our relaxed pace through England along with all the comfort food and dark English ales. Although the days are still warm when the sun is out, the temperatures dip down to single digits at night and we flee into the campsite's cafeteria in the evening and for breakfast the next morning, buying our admission with an expensive cup of tea. Brrr!!!
It's not until almost noon that it gets warm enough to ride comfortably, and that's when we continue our trek northwards along the east coast of England.
My GPS is still losing power intermittently. It's bugging me a lot, so I had to stop to work out the problem
I have to keep reseating the fuse under the seat to get the power flowing back to the GPS mount. I checked the fuse and it seems okay, but I bit the bullet and bought a new fuse anyway. The new one seems to work perfectly. I stared at the old fuse in the sunlight. Perhaps it had just enough material left for current to intermittently get through? If this fuse was partially blown, I know exactly when it happened: when we tried to jump-start Neda's bike in Hungary.
I hate wrenching. I like to ride and take pictures. I can wrench, but there are a million other things I'd want to do with my time other than fixing my motorcycle. I know a lot of riders live to fiddle around and work on their bike. That's why those guys ride KTMs...
Hitting the east coast: Riding into Tynemouth looking for a place to eat
Someone left two steak and kidney pies lying on the table of this pub, so we just sat down and ate it. But then we had to pay for them...
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