A week in Whitby – day one

Since purchasing our motorhome in March, the weather hadn’t been too kind to us, and apart from a couple of day trips, we had only managed a three day break at the beginning of April to Upton on Severn, where we got a tad wet, to say the least.

Around the same time as booking the Upton trip and hoping the weather would improve, we had also booked a week in May to visit Whitby, North Yorkshire, but having almost constant rain for around five weeks, we were beginning to despair that this holiday would be a washout too.

As the 20th May drew closer, we started checking the weather forecast. It had started to look promising………dry and getting warmer. All I wanted was to be able to go on holiday without getting soaked, so the ‘dry’ sounded good, the ‘getting warmer’ sounded even better 🙂 What we ended up with was beyond my wildest dreams……………


We woke to a dry and fairly warm day. Packing? nah! no packing required, I lifted an armful of clothes from the wardrobe, still on hangers, walked outside, into the motorhome, and hung them straight up in that wardrobe. My memory of the north east coast was of a cool breeze  blowing off the sea, so I decided it better to take plenty of warm fleeces, trousers, waterproofs etc, perhaps one vest and a couple of base layers. T’s packing was even easier, white t-shirts and shorts (his 365 days a year attire).

Little Sal and Jasper had taken more organising, had we got enough food with us, the bowls, the leads, harnesses, Jasps waterproof coat. I had also decided to buy a couple of travels cages for them, not because they’re unruly in the motor, they’re extremely good travellers, but just in case of the unthinkable happening.

The crates fitted perfectly into the living area of the motorhome, and both dogs settled into them well.

Everything loaded into the motor, we set off.

I hate with a passion the normal route to Yorkshire, so we had decided we’d go via the Humber bridge, added to the fact I’d never seen the bridge, and T wanted to re-live his trucking days of the past.

It was a great choice, once off the M18 the roads were extremely quiet.

Nearing the bridge we saw a signpost for a viewing area, so we detoured for a cuppa, a walk for the dogs and a photo opportunity for me.

Just one slight problem, the car park barrier was only 1.6 metres high, what an odd height this was, I wouldn’t even get my Discovery under that, so no chance with the motorhome, luckily we did find somewhere to park, and I got my photos.

What a magnificent sight this bridge is. Building started in 1973, the first traffic crossed on 24th June 1981, and it was officially opened by the Queen on 17th July 1981.

It spans 1410 metres, which in 1981 was the longest span bridge outside the USA. More information can be found here.

Suitably refreshed, we continued our journey, through Beverley, where I was born, and on through Bridlington and Scarborough, finally arriving at Whitby Holiday Park at 6.30pm.

After booking in and being shown our pitch, we decided we’d pop into Whitby for some much needed fish & chips.

Now anyone who hasn’t eaten Yorkshire fish & chips, hasn’t eaten fish & chips, and Whitby has a reputation of having some of the best. I say some, as my parents chippy was the best ;-). We drove down in the town, parked up on the harbour front, and T went off to the Magpie chippy for the take away.

Our first true holiday, we sat in the motor, scoffing fish & chips, looking out over the harbour and grinning like cheshire cats.

After eating all we could, and the dogs having had a few chips too, T took what was left over to the rubbish bin, followed eagerly by masses of seagulls, hoping there might be something for them. It was like a scene from the film The Birds, they were swooping and diving at him, and the noise they were making, obviously telling all their pals of the possible meal.

Once back on the campsite, everything went like clockwork, it took us about ten minutes to fill it with water, park it level, hook up to the electric and switch the gas on.

Not so when we attempted to make the beds. The lounge area makes either two singles or a massive double, by massive I mean six foot square. I thought it a better idea to make the two singles, so we’d have floor between the beds for the dogs to sleep on, T thought otherwise. After both trying to put our point across to each other, I won, but in the meantime, Sal had taken herself off to bed in the cab area, and Jasp had crashed out in front of the bathroom door, making it a near impossibility to get into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later we each climbed into our own beds, with T mumbling, about the dogs don’t need to sleep between us, they’re happy where they are, and tomorrow night we’ll make up the double.