A familiar sight in Whitby is to see two crowds of people, one at either end of the swing bridge, waiting for it to reopen after the passage of a trawler or masted vessel.
The small building on the right is the gatemen's cabin, and the larger white one on the left the Whitby Gazette office. Turn right into Grape Lane just before that to see where Captain Cook lived during his apprenticeship.
Enlarging the photo will reveal that the red brick building occupying a prime position at the east end of the bridge is the Dolphin.
This is the blog's first photograph from the harbourside to the east cliff. St Mary's church needs no introduction: here she is again looking more than a little like a castle.
I like the cheering effect of the three bright red spots in this scene; it was a damp, grey day of the kind we don't often get in Whitby. Strange! My nose suddenly feels a little longer!
Cædmon's cross is clearly visible to the right of the church, at the top of the 199 steps. The town looks deserted here, but I had to wait a while for the human traffic to move on before I had a clear shot.
Another of Catherine de Compiègne's holiday snaps, showing the long beach from Whitby to Sandsend, and the closer Tate Hill sands down below in the outer harbour.
The Captain Cook monument and whalebone arch to the right of the white Royal Hotel are unfortunately not clearly visible even in the enlarged version.
The road below the hotel and monuments is amusingly named Khyber Pass, and the elevated area which forms the other side of the mini-valley, Spion Kop, after a Boer War battle. The Boers had the best of it on that occasion.
The first picture on Whitby Daily Photo was taken from behind the beach huts, looking out to the piers.
The town centre is only a 15 to 20 minute walk from here, either along the beach at low tide, or by the Whitby Pavilion pathway.
The beachfront café was refurbished quite recently, and is no longer the eyesore it was for many years. This is a pre-season photograph; come Spring there will be locals and trippers braving the onshore breeze and deciding where to have their fish and chips.
Speaking of that national delicacy, we recently celebrated its 150th anniversary! Readers who don't know what we are talking about should go here for a picture and 150 fascinating fish and chip facts.
Turn into this secluded, prettily decorated cobbled yard by the famous Black Horse Inn on Church Street for a choice of holiday cottages.
The Black Horse Inn was formerly The White Horse Inn, but a change of name was imposed by local magistrates in 1828 to avoid confusion with the The White Horse and Griffin, just along the street.
This last-mentioned pub took its name from the coat of arms of the Cholmley family, the local gentry responsible for several architectural features of the town, including the Old Town Hall where you might have seen the flute and guitar duo a few days ago.
Arguments Yard 1, entitled "Where folk don't get on" was a face-on shot of the two doors seen here on the right. This view, taken by our visiting friend Catherine from Compiègne, shows the yard itself.
For an explanation of the name, Arguments Yard, see the earlier entry (6th January 2010).
The spire in the distance belongs to West Cliff Congregational Church.
St Mary's again, from the Flowergate end of Cliff Street, just above Somerfield's car park. In front of the houses just below the church is the terrace from which Wednesday's picture was taken.
The 199 steps are visible, snaking up from Church Street, as is the cliff, down which have hurtled the contents of more than a few graves over the years. Future occurrences have been avoided by resiting those at risk.
Christmas is coming,
the geese are getting fat;
please put a penny
in the old man's hat.
If you haven't got a penny
a ha'penny will do;
if you haven't got a ha'penny,
God bless you!
The Christmas rhyme is a little late, but the money and the hat are appropriate. This is an old, scanned photograph of a couple of musicians playing under the Old Town Hall between Church Street and the cobbled market. The town was much busier than it looks here, and there were more than pennies going into the (old man's?) hat.
This duo were eventually invited to play in the Shepherd's Purse (now Sanders Yard) restaurant opposite. With my inside knowledge, I can also tell you that the young woman is Swiss, and that she is now a mother and published children's writer.
Busking is very popular in the UK, and is not considered as begging. It is much less common in France, except during festivals and in high density tourist spots like Montmartre, Paris, or Sarlat in the Dordogne.
There is a lot more snow on the hills at the moment than in this picture, but this one nevertheless gives an idea of the situation of the town from the other direction, showing why it is so easily cut off in bad weather. We have already looked up the coast towards Sandsend Nab, the section of headland jutting out into the sea where, not surprisingly, the sands end.
I mentioned the marina yesterday: it is clearly visible here, just below centre left, viewed from St Mary's church yard, just after the top of the 199 steps. If you've been following these pictures, you'll know that the cobbled Donkey Path is just over the wall.
A pair of cottages in … Arguments Yard! This is off Church Street, on the side leading down to the harbour.
We've already visited Blackburn's Yard, further down the street towards the Old Town Hall, but that takes you steeply away from the river and up to the abbey via the Donkey Path.
There are many strange street-names, and even some of the ordinary-sounding ones have unexpected origins. Who would expect a Grape Lane in Whitby? We're a long way from Champagne or Provence, after all. There is another narrow street of the same name in York, and there's a clue: narrow! Grape in neither case has anything to do with the fruit of the vine, but I'm getting ahead of myself, as Grape Lane is a few hundred yards away.
Back to Arguments: quite simply the name of the builder of some of these cottages, so it should really be Argument's Yard. There are still Arguments in Whitby, and no doubt arguments too.
St Mary's church is now behind us, whilst Henrietta Street and Tate Hill beach are out of sight directly below. We have come to the edge of the cliff, thankfully protected by a sturdy fence. Is that a whiff of smoked kippers from Fortune's shed?
Be careful if you continue on foot to Robin Hood's Bay, as the path is open to the cliff for much of the way. It is a lovely walk, only really dangerous in bad weather, and Bay is a must if you have a few days in the area. Walk it one way and take the bus back, or else hire cycles and follow the old railway line.
I remarked recently on JorvikDailyPhoto that I needed to pay more attention to my vertical lines; the sloping horizon in this shot reveals another area to work on! For a superb aerial photograph of the harbour, including the abbey, church and a view to Sandsend, go here, but you might stay longer than intended.
Just a little further into St Mary's churchyard to take in the west cliff and the coastline towards the pretty little village of Sandsend. The road drops steadily down to that point, then climbs steeply to Lythe and the moors road to Guisborough and Teesside.
The cliffs are unstable here, and several graves and headstones have been moved from the edge to a safer place to prevent them ending up in Henrietta Street below. That's probably an exaggeration, as there is a certain amount of rough ground before you get to the cottages themselves.
We've just gone round the back of the church to get the view over the harbour and sea. That's the North Sea, and had you gone down to the beach a few days ago you would have been able to see people bathing! The annual charity dip on Boxing Day (26th December) always attracts some photographers, but not this one! Hardy folk in fancy dress sponsored by friends and family, brave the icy waters to raise money for charity. They don't usually stay in the water very long, and I would be surprised if the event has not come under the scrutiny of the much-maligned Health and Safety Executive.
There are people who take the plunge along this coast every day of the year, even if only for a few minutes in winter, and surfers are a common sight. Tough, these northerners, but back to the church. The white-painted railing leads up to another gallery, now out of use.
The large Georgian window is evidence of the controversial alterations which destroyed the cruciform shape of the church in favour of a spacious rectangular area which was then filled with square box-pews. The older single bench pews go back to at least the 17th century, and in some of them you can find Civil War (1642-1649) graffiti carved into the woodwork.
To wish you well for 2010, here is a more complete picture of Cædmon being called and inspired to rock the world to the Creator's praise.
You can listen to Cædmon's hymn in the early West Saxon dialect and read it at the same time. This is 7th century English, before the arrival of the Normans and the influence of French on the language.