Whitby

We’ve just come back from a few days in Whitby, where Paul’s mum has a lovely little cottage. We enjoyed lovely long walks (and when I say lovely, I mean tiring.. I’m not the biggest walker), lots of wine, good food, the best bacon cobs from a little butchers in a nearby village, good company and beautiful sunny, chilly weather. Ava also became better friends with Frank; Paul’s sister and husband’s black labrador who constantly wanted to lick her face! Yum!