Caravan

Off to Robin Hoods Bay for a short half-term break, staying in a caravan at a farm in Fylingthorpe just above the Bay- a place we've used quite a few times over the years. We arrived at tea time and took a stroll down to the Bay just in time for the evening Ghost Walk, an accident but a fortuitous one in that it was a pretty entertaining hour or so, trekking up and down the steep narrow alleyways of the town in the company of one of its slightly hippyish denizens. I'm not sure Katie was quite as entertained as her parents, though, particularly since they insisted on winding her up with their childish spooky noises and the like on the darker sections of the walk home afterwards...