Whitby Steampunk and Goth Weekend

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Managed to fly back to England for a long weekend. And quite frankly it exceeded our wishes and hopes. Picked up a slightly pricey hire car and sped from Newcastle down to Whitby. And first impressions played true for the whole visit. Asking a hire car company how to contact our  (different) own company bought an avalanche of Geordie helpfulness and smiles, even making the essential phone call for us. A

And Whitby. Fantastic, simply terrific. The colour and quirkiness of the outfits and the atmosphere was enlivening. True poseurs one and all they submitted gracefully, time after time, to requests for photos.

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There were al variety of costumes and motorbikes fitted out as coffins, all a great laugh and pulled off beautifully by the vast majority. My personal thanks goes to the Dolphin Inn, Whitby, for serving me the most delicious bubble and squeak of my life.

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Whitby Steampunk and Goth Weekend

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Managed to fly back to England for a long weekend. And quite frankly it exceeded our wishes and hopes. Picked up a slightly pricey hire car and sped from Newcastle down to Whitby. And first impressions played true for the whole visit. Asking a hire car company how to contact our  (different) own company bought an avalanche of Geordie helpfulness and smiles, even making the essential phone call for us. A

And Whitby. Fantastic, simply terrific. The colour and quirkiness of the outfits and the atmosphere was enlivening. True poseurs one and all they submitted gracefully, time after time, to requests for photos.

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There were al variety of costumes and motorbikes fitted out as coffins, all a great laugh and pulled off beautifully by the vast majority. My personal thanks goes to the Dolphin Inn, Whitby, for serving me the most delicious bubble and squeak of my life.

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Up the old ruined abbey, so photogenic and atmospheric, along with assorted ghouls, vampires and racy goths! The place positively reeked of  history, creaking doors and wonderfully bad intentions.

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After Whitby we trolled off to Scarborough. Across the North Yorkshire Moors, carpeted in violet shrubbery (time for Monty Python quote?) was simply beautiful. The staff at the seafront bed and breakfast fell over themselves with smiles and helpfulness. Just the English breakfast needs tweaking. And the morning in Scarborough bought gale force winds. Problem? No way! It simply added to the ambience and made for a great march, I mean walk by the sea and round the town.

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Thanks goes out to the Scarborough Arms for serving up great Yorkshire pudding and all the trimmings. The area was fantastic, the Goth event wonderful to see and Yorkshire hospitality was first class! A great weekend, leant even more character by being out of season.

This week, back to London for ancient pubs, Caravaggio, museums and great clubs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Absorbed

Time has slipped away from me. The start of a new school year  has has completely absorbed all my time. From the lessons, the day to day management of the business and people. Time has slipped away quicker than ever, thus making the weekends more precious. Where has the pleasure of a quiet summer stroll through Strasbourg gone?

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A visit to an ancient Tartar cemetery was fascinating, whilst at the same time adding  to the clock ticking mode of thinking. Beautiful in a sad way, befitting the mood of solemnity as we slide inexorably into autumn.

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So Whitby and Goth music beckons for a raucous weekend washed down with real ale and good old fashioned English grub all wrapped up in a spot of dressing up! Super. To stem the tide we are also getting away to London for a long weekend. Off to the National gallery for an exhibition of Caravaggio and luck in the Old Cheese, a pub dating back to  a building that pre-dated the Great Fire of London. Hope the beer and nosh are fresher.Hopefully time to also take in a renovated an old cinema in Regents Street. Glass roof and Edwardian plushness all rolled into one.

Took in two films yesterday. The hocus pocus of Tim Burton’s Peculiar Children, eyeballs for dinner! Then we watched Girl on a Train. Ludicrous plot completely ignoring any advances in forensic science and stretching credibility to the limit. Poor substitute for not going to a film festival in Warsaw. We cancelled as the price for a hotel, even out of season, has skyrocketed. 29951543322_7e695c320c_o.jpg

Please take me back to the colours of Orange and the sun of Provence. Please…