Day out in the sunshine on the Yorkshire coast.

Robin Hood's Bay - Yorkshire coast.

It's rare of late for us to actually plan a day out but the forecast was excellent and we both missed our days out and we'd not had one for months. We'd had visits here and there but not longer distance whole days out.

We almost always go south, maybe around The Wash and often into Norfolk, so I thought going north might make a change and the Yorkshire weather forecast was as good as anywhere in The UK. I always got a kick out of crossing The Humber Bridge with my Humber Tag, so we could speed along without stopping at the toll booths - always a 'sad' thrill for me - so easily pleased.

So, Wednesday October 10th. we set off for Robin Hood's Bay (RHB) - a place I'd only read about but heard favourable reports of.

I had a rather full on day outlined in my mind as RHB was just south of Whitby (which we love - so there was always a chance that we'd do Whitby as well, except that, to us, no Whitby trip was complete without fish and chips and a North Sea boat trip). Bizarrely we were to end-up with an entirely fishy day, starting with kippers for breakfast, smoked salmon and cucumber sandwiches for an early lunch and Cleethorpes fish and chips about 6.30 p.m.

We selected the so-named "short route" on SatNav for our return which was noted, weirdly,  as about 5 miles longer than the "fastest route" and went through Bridlington where we actually did what old people do - we sat on a bench in gardens overlooking the crashing waves, drank the last of the coffee and afterwards continued our journey via Beverley in thick town traffic (just about the time and place a fatal crash of a light aircraft occurred (as we heard the next day). Late afternoon, we intentionally dropped by our friend who'd just had a knee replacement operation at St Hugh's private Hospital in Grimsby, We missed the early early evening film show in Cleethorpes being a provisional idea, so we went for a drink at a pub full of atmosphere, on the prom' in Cleethorpes, met an older man walking the coast and as a last effort, saw a film , "The Wife" with Glenn Close (see my review post) at the exceptionally late time of almost 9 p.m.

The cinema staff must have been annoyed - we were the only customers and we only bought tickets two minutes before the start. I made a few rude suggestions about what we could get up to in this empty screen cinema, not particularly appreciated, I think.

I loved the film but my wife thought it mediocre. I thought how it wouldn't be too difficult for the key male character to be me and the main female one to be my wife. He was a writer, she a long-suffering supporter.

We got home, exhausted, about midnight.

RHB was a delightful place and we'll visit again.

(Own photos and video to follow soon.)