On the way to Whitby, having driven past the strange shape many times in the past, we decided to walk up Roseberry Topping in the rain. Short and steep, it potentially provides pretty good views across North Yorkshire.
Then it was on to Whitby and fish and chips. The next day - the only vaguely warm day - saw the kids in the sea in sunshine, Megan in socks. The rest of the time was spent walking around the appealing quirkiness that is Whitby and eating more fish and chips. One night Debbie and I got sick of fish and chips and went to a restaurant and sat down, only to be presented with a menu that consisted mostly of fish and chips. So we had fish and chips.