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 😉 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