Port Mulgrave & Staiths

Port Mulgrave & Staiths

The sky was grey but the day started pretty much as usual. Out of camp through the secret gap in the hedge, down the path, then it changed. Instead of going to the village we went the other way.
poppy the westie on path to Port Mulgrave
Along the path we went, the path was mostly flat but there were some own hill parts and joy steps to climb!
poppy on route to Port Mulgrave
Mum and dad don’t like steps but I love them. The path flattened along the cliff side into Port Mulgrave, suddenly the hedgerow started to make noises and move! That’s not right. A huge beast appeared GRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr, I will protect you mum.
poppy the westie spots a beast
At the end of the path I saw a big table, I went to jump on it but fell off, mum lifted me onto it so I could see what was going on, nice mum. We wondered up the main road of the village until we came to a church.
poppy the westie at Port Mulgrave
In the church was a stone park and I got to play ball. I noticed a water bath and was thirsty so I went for a drink. NO POPPY NO. Why not its called St Hilda’s Well?
poppy the westie at St Hildas Hinderwell
No dice mum pulled me away
poppy the westie at St Hildas church yard
After the stone park we went into Hinderwell and plodded about the town. It didn’t take long, mum saw a pub she wanted to have dinner in called the Badger Hound. It was closed so we headed back to camp along the road.
poppy the westie at basecamp
I was tiered when we got back time for a lazy afternoon. This was disturbed by new neighbours. Two big scary dogs and two small yappy dogs. I didn’t like them. It wasn’t fair I’m on lead and they are off lead all the time. One even tried to get into Betsy. Worse one peed in our other neighbour’s shopping!
poppy the westie on path to Staithes
After a nap we were going out tonight for dinner. Odd we were going the same way as this morning. The pub was shut. When we got to Port Mulgrave we carried along the coast. The road turned to pathway the sun was out and the path turned to grass. At Old Nab the path was a big downhill field with lots of place to play ball.
poppy the westie at at Old Nab
From there we headed further along the cliffs until the path took a sharp turn to the left. Mum lifted me to see the view, it reminded me of last year in Italy but colder. At the end of the path I met a horsees.
poppy the westie meats a horse
This was a strange village, to get to it you have to walk down a steep hill made out of bricks. I could here and smell strange birds, they were very loud. At the bottom of the hill was the sea but no beach!
poppy the westie going into Staithes
Dad went into a pub called the Cod and Lobster, we waited for him next thing he comes up behind us! We sat at a table outside the pub. A peoplesee came over and gave us food! I didn’t even have to ask for any! Best of all he gave me fishees in batters! YUM.
poppy the westie at the cod and lobster Staithes
After dinner we explored the town, we saw the house where Captain Cook lived, Captain Cook is the younger less famous brother of Captain Birdseye.
poppy the westie at exploring Staithes
Lots of peoplsees were sitting out in the road drinking and talking in the summer sun. We couldn’t stop and join them because we had a bus to catch back to Betsy.
poppy the westie Staithes Square
Last year on holidays when I went on a bus, I had to were a nasty mussel. This year I don’t but mum and dad do! Strange. When we got back the sun was saying goodbye.
sunset at Runswick Bay Campsite

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