here I am

Here I am in Whitby again; we arrived on Saturday afternoon, Monday today. SO relaxing; we knew our flat would be perfect and it is, thanks again Ingrid Flute. We're in a modern flat with a clear view of the harbour, the Grand Turk and Church St from the two big sitting room windows. We were starving when we arrived and went straight to the co-op and back to the flat to gorge ourselves on french bread, cheeses and other bits and pieces. Sat and tried to take in the view; almost too much. I'd been looking forward to this since leaving Whitby last year, and here we are again with the teeming intensity of the harbourside on Regatta week Saturday right smack bang in front of us! So brilliant. We went out for a walk to try and work up an appetite for our promised first night dinner at the Khyber, but even three hours later couldn't eat it all. We had a great time though, looking at the views from the Khyber windows, and drinking a lovely dry white wine and feeling very full.
Phil and I went for a walk along the beach towards Sandsend, and then up a zigzag to the cliff-top. Clean fresh air and uninterrupted views out to the North Sea. So magical. Son, who had been at the amusements with two quid, summoned us by the magic of mobile to meet him in the little cave- type aperture by the Khyber. He just wanted to stare and stare at the view; this from the boy who didn't want to come to Whitby yet again this year. When we got back to the flat, he stayed up later than us, staring out at the night-time harbour; more transfixing than the tv.
I've discovered the Coliseum-thanks to a poster on Whitby online - where the've got an internet cafe, so will be able to blog live from here every couple of days or so. Took me about half an hour to remember my blogspot username and password to begin with, but all ok now, phew!