Saturday, September 11, 2010
While on our little sojourn down south we called in at Staithes. I'd seen some nice snaps of the place by various photographers such as Frank Meadows Sutcliffe .We stopped at the top of the hill, paid the exorbitant parking fees [minimum 4 hours!] and tootled off down to the village. Well what a sad place it felt. I just couldn't get excited about the place at all. The sun was shining, the place was free from hordes of people but the place just felt desolate. Houses run down and empty, boarded up hotels and a smell that was- well, lets put it this way 'not very pleasant' in places. I was so disappointed. I really wanted to like the place. Still, on returning to near the hill-top car-park we espied a little cafe. Soon we were sat in the sunshine sipping fine coffee and munching lovely warm toast.