A short drive from Ravenscar to Robin Hood’s Bay, I remembered this place fondly from my childhood and was more than keen to return.
We parked at the very top of the village – driving here is not recommended – and then set off to explore, downhill all the way.
A steep but lovely descent into the pretty village, it is a mass of twisting and turning cobbled streets, tiny alleys and quaint red tiled tumbledown former fishing cottages. Husband was not overly impressed when I discovered, right at the bottom of the village I had forgotten my camera battery. Some grumbling happened but he did race back up to the top and fetch it, what he didn’t do though was let me forget this incidence.
Once this place was famed for smugglers. Nobody really knows how many plied their trade but the village’s location below a steep cliff meant it was ideal for that. Houses were said to be connected by cupboards or tunnels in the cellars. Apparently contraband items could pass from the bottom of Robin Hood’s Bay to the top without ever seeing daylight.
The Old Coastguard Station is now home to the National Trust Visitor Centre. Free to enter, they had quite an interesting display about marine life in the bay. There were all kinds of fossils to touch and examine.
We couldn’t get enough of this gorgeous village and spent our afternoon wandering, exploring the little passageways and taking in the views.
Lots of climbing and hills to navigate but a picture postcard scene around every corner makes the effort more than worthwhile.
Of course a walk along that sandy beach was also a must do….
All good things must come to an end though including our car parking ticket, so it was time to leave Robin Hood’s Bay. An epic hike up a hill (this after a morning hiking ever upwards in Ravenscar) and I had to brace myself. I still remembered that uphill ordeal from my childhood holiday. Actually it wasn’t so bad – a week in Yorkshire works wonders on your stamina.