Seaside, Smugglers, a Dragon or the Devil

There is something quite romantic about white horses, not the majestic, virile stallions. I mean the oceanic type, whipped up by the breeze. Although I’m sure there are a few mares who would disagree. Today we went to Filey and strangely enough i don’t recall going before.

I wanted to try out my new Triathlon suit… no I’ve never done one but my running partner believes I should and so the the Princess bought me a suit… go figure? I guess it’s just easier to do as your told. I want to go Cave Diving but apparently that’s too dangerous lol. So, back to Filey apparently it was rife with smugglers and Filey Brigg, below, was either created by the Devil who, during his creation, dropped his hammer in the sea when he plunged his hand in to retrieve it; he caught a fish instead. He called out ‘Ha Dick.’ Which is how the Haddock got it’s name and the distinctive marks on the Brigg were created by the Devil. Alternatively the Brigg is the actual remains of a Dragon. When it created mayhem in the area and was finally drowned by the townsfolk when it dived into the sea to wash parkin from its teeth. Maybe the people in Game of Thrones should have given Khaleesi some parkin and solved all their problems!

Notice there were no references to the Princess ๐Ÿ˜‰ The smuggling went on for 150 years up and down the East Coast but I was a bit disappointed to find out a lot of it was tea! Saltburn had an underground passage with an entrance below the stable of a horse. The horse would kick anyone it didn’t know. There was a hollowed-out beam in a Filey pub and a church crypt in Hornsea that kept some unholy secrets. But it was a good walk and I got Fish and Chips even if I didn’t get a Triathlon suit trial xx

About charliecountryboy

Part-time Carpentry Assessor. writer, runner, guitarist. Curious about life and all those wonderful people in it.
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18 Responses to Seaside, Smugglers, a Dragon or the Devil

  1. Some good olโ€™ country tales here!

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  2. I like Filey, but I’ve never spent more than half an hour there, which tends to be long enough to admire the traditional seaside architecture, eat chips, use the toilet and get bored…

    I’m pretty sure that cave diving is safer than triathlon once you get to a certain age. Not saying what that age is, that’s between you, the Princess and your life insurance. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. Sounds like you had a good day, even without the triathlon suit. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  4. Carolyn Page says:

    Oh, forgive me, Charlie, but my head is spinning from all the blarney and I’m finding it hard to think straight… You don’t have any Irish blood, do you?
    And I agree with you. The ‘white horses’ are so magical. I can watch them for hours – both animal and watery types.
    I recently watched a documentary regarding all the smuggling. What a life those guys must have led. Not saying I would have wanted to be one. But, wow; all about living life on the edge.

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    • Donโ€™t think thereโ€™s any Irish, Iโ€™m told weโ€™re Viking as they farmed the East Coast of Yorkshire for centuries, just wonder where my huge stature and long blonde hair went. Maybe the gypsies left me on the doorstep. Although my mum did tell me the gypsies stole me as little boy but brought me back the day after because I never shut up bloody talking ๐Ÿ˜‚

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      • Carolyn Page says:

        ahahahahahahaha… I can just see your mum shaking her head (with a wry smile, of course) as she wondered what she could do with such a child. And, I believe you. I can see you talkin’ your little off… hahaha….. ๐Ÿ˜€

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  5. beautiful photographs, thank you for this post

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  6. Laleh Chini says:

    Aren’t stories amazing?

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  7. S. says:

    Buona giornata ๐Ÿ™‚

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