Four years ago this weekend, I took a little trip with my Oxford group up to Whitby, a quaint fishing village on the North Sea. This past weekend, I returned with Jacque, the Wigginses and this semester’s group. Wondered if it would be as lovely as I remembered it. (I tend to idealise things, to put it mildly.) Or if the views were really as stunning, the abbey really as breathtaking, the tea and scones really as delicious.
The answer, on all counts, was an absolute yes.
cakes, tea and dreams 
I wish I could have been able to experience the rest of with you!! the inside of the hostel was nice……
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