This post is a bit of wander covering the past few days. We in the town of Malton for one of our longer stays. Malton is situated between York and Whitby, two favorites.
Arrived Sunday (in time for a Sunday roast) at our hotel, The Talbot. It’s a lovely old school hotel.
It’s been 10 years at least since I had a proper British Sunday roast and I hope it’s at least another 10 before I have another. Basically it’s meat and root vegetables covered in gravy. Oh and there’s the Yorkshire pudding - kind of a cross between a tasteless pancake and a muffin. I really don’t understand this tradition and, as stated I’ll give it another 10 years.
As Malton can be explored (except for the food) in a few hours, on Monday and Tuesday we took day trips to Whitby and York respectively.
Whitby
Whitby is a small fishing village along the east coast of England. Probably most famously known as the home of the Bram Stoker (Dracula author) and the training ground of my supposed relative James Cook. The main town sits on a small inlet with steep hills on each side. The hill on one side is topped by an old abby and on the other are more modern hotels and residences.
The most notable change since we’ve been there is the gin bar we loved, Rusty Shears, cut back from literally hundreds of gins to a few dozen. Sad times.
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