A couple of weeks ago, my landlord gave me the National Trust and English Heritage handbooks. This was just before I left the house to have coffee with Ollie and Devin, and as a result we spent some time considering the many options for excellent daytrips. I've been yearning to see something new lately, so this came at exactly the right moment.
We went to Whitby yesterday on slow trains that felt like trams. It was windy and sunny and lovely, almost disgustingly picturesque. I re-discovered my apprehensive feelings for the ocean and hid my smiles inside my scarf. Is there anything better than the feeling you get when, talking about interesting things with someone you like, you look at the other person and you see a spectacular view behind them?