So last weekend, straight after work I picked up my family, and we drove up too Robin Hoods bay. It is quite a trek... The campsite was busy, people making the most out of the last weekend of the Summer holidays.Lots of Yorkshire folk and their children who sound so serious as they talk.The accent gives them a sense of gravity...
We cycled to Whitby along a track, it didn't take so long and when we got there we had some chips on the pier. I observed the profusion of crude tattoos on fleshy arms and muffin tops and tried not to think cynical thoughts...
We played scrabble in the evenings and drank wine or smoothies. There was a star party on Saturday evening, unfortunately the clouds closed in..The Astronomer in charge had to point with a laser pen to where Uranus and Neptune should have been naked...eye objects.
Next day we where off over the North York moors which were ablaze with heather... We observed a hen harrier and two weasels .One of which paused for a photograph outside his Gaff...
We cycled to Whitby along a track, it didn't take so long and when we got there we had some chips on the pier. I observed the profusion of crude tattoos on fleshy arms and muffin tops and tried not to think cynical thoughts...
We played scrabble in the evenings and drank wine or smoothies. There was a star party on Saturday evening, unfortunately the clouds closed in..The Astronomer in charge had to point with a laser pen to where Uranus and Neptune should have been naked...eye objects.
Next day we where off over the North York moors which were ablaze with heather... We observed a hen harrier and two weasels .One of which paused for a photograph outside his Gaff...
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