Of Smugglers, Fossils, and Chocolate Eggs...

Hello, lovelies. Who wants to hear a bit about our Easter getaway? You do? Marvellous!

Situated on Yorkshire's east coast, the little town of Robin Hood’s Bay was once the busiest smuggling community on the whole of the Yorkshire coast. Nowadays,  it's a haven for day-trippers, all keen to wander the warren of narrow - almost vertical at times! - cobbled streets, and to peer in at the windows of the quaint higgledy-piggledy houses.

As you wander around town, it's easy to imagine the furtive comings and goings of shadowy figures of men, women, and children hurrying back from the shore, their arms laden with contraband. You can almost hear the rumbling carts piled high with the finest lace and silks; casks of brandy; gin; tea; tobacco. Items destined to be sold on the flourishing black market.



Back in mists of time, Baytown (as RHB was once known) was an inaccessible, inhospitable sort of place and pretty much the entire town - rich and poor alike - were involved in the smuggling trade.

Thankfully, we didn't spot any smugglers during our stay, but because Robin Hood's Bay sits on Yorkshire's Jurassic coast, we did find lots of fossils as we wandered the beach at low tide. Sure, it was bitterly cold, and the walk to Boggle Hole was extremely muddy, but we had a wonderful time, culminating with an indoor chocolate egg hunt on Easter Sunday. 

#makingmemories? We sure did!