Staithes, North Yorkshire

Late yesterday evening a VW caddy van micro camper arrived. This morning we noted it was from Germany. Only yesterday we commented on how few other vehicles from Europe we'd seen in the past week. Well, anyway, a first for us, the Germans took a small pop up toilet tent out of their roof box, and popped it up in the car park, leaving Angela speechless. And all for nothing. Despite being told by last night's security man we wouldn't be able to access the excellent toilets and showers inside the auction house this morning, we could. With no need to rush this morning, we spent time talking to our neighbours who owned a VW T25, which is on John's, 'yes please I'd like one too' list. They were heading south to Holmfirth, us five miles down the road to the Yorkshire Air Museum at Elvington. Many years ago John visited the museum with his two brothers in-law and father. Sadly, two members of the group are now no longer with us, so for him the visit was very nostalgic. Our main reason to visit the museum was to view the amazing restoration of a Halifax bomber, the only example of it's kind in the world. The visit was particularly poignant as this was the type of plane Johns father trained to become a crew member on towards the end of the second world war, taking up the position of the flight engineer.

After spending an interesting few hours we departed, heading to the east coast, crossing the moors until the bright blue of the north sea appeared in view.

Today was the furthest we've driven in a day since arriving in Yorkshire, Angela didn't really like it, she much prefers the slow pace of walking and driving in the dales. So this evening we are at Staithes, overnight parking is a hefty fifteen pounds, just above the pretty fishing village.

Narrow cobbled streets and quirky cottages lead you down to the harbour. This weekend there is an art and musical festival being held and it was nice to arrive in amongst the revellery. Now we are on Yorkshire's east coast were not sure where to head next. The forecast for Monday is horrendous with heavy rain and very strong winds. We've come here to visit Whitby, but are not sure if we want to continue driving down this coast. So tomorrow some decisions about our onward travel need to be made. Tonight, though we are all cosy in Margery tucked in the corner of the parking area. It would be an ideal spot to pop up a toilet tent. Form an orderly queue please.