In The Wild Country (Day One)

There is a place where the wild things go, so they tell me. Possibly just another myth but if it exists I’ve found a few of them over the years. So, after months of media scaremongering with if’s, but’s and maybe’s, coupled with a billion theories on the present situation which no one has a clue about, we made a decision. “Off to the moors,” we cried. I booked us into the Raven Hall Hotel, Ravenscar, which straddles a cliff edge overlooking the North Sea.

Exploration began immediately (I was rather keen to get back before nightfall) We decided on a short walk, although the Princess and I never achieve this, due to our loss of concentration and constant banter 😂

It soon became evident we were not alone, although I’m not sure these could be classed as ‘wildlife,’ the horse was friendly as were the young bulls but after spotting Daddy we decided against crossing the field 🥴

After chatting away for nearly two hours and eventually checking the map, it was evident that we were going to have to cover 6 miles (10k) and climb the equivalent of 90 sets of stairs (according to Garmin), so we headed back. The long walk was supposed to be tomorrow!

As we approached the hotel from a different angle we debated on the castle structure which we hadn’t noticed before. The Princess thought it was Roman whereas I with my vast reading of Bernard Cornwell novels knew it to be Norman. We were a little disappointed to find out it was in fact built by the Reverend Dr Willis in the 1800’s There were some great views of the sea, once inside and of course every castle should have a reclining Princess! 😂

So, the first day of exploration done, we headed to our room to prepare for a night of good food, wine and merriment. But I wasn’t expecting the view of Robin Hoods Bay from our hotel room window which strangely enough was our hiking aim for the morrow, gee it looks a long way. I hope you all had a lovely weekend my friends 🙏❤️