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Bright breezy morning here at the Whitby Holiday Park. Not a cloud in the sky. Perfect British summer holiday weather. The kettle is on. Tea will be on it’s way shortly. All is well.

I woke up very early again this morning thinking I’d left a light on but no in fact it was the sun. Should think about getting an eyeshade. On the other hand why waste the day. I did have to go out to check out a noise. Think we had a seagull on the roof. The little bugger had also been at our rubbish bag so had to retrieve some of it and return to its rightful place.

After that fell asleep again and had another hour and a half or so. That extra bit of kip is always the best innit.

Walking around the site last night came across another T2, also called Betty. She had a full width bed inside that looked very comfortable. Have decided I’m going to take a picture of every T1 and T2 I see. Might be interesting. This one was a left hand drive and in immaculate nick.

Today we are going home. We were going to have to leave relatively early in order to get John sorted for his week of work experience at Colt in London (arranged by Colt’s newest employee his sister Hannah). Now we hear he is off to Edgebaston with Joe. They will have a great time. Probably still means we will be leaving early as Anne will end up doing all the packing herself. We shall see. I wouldn’t mind swinging by to see the trains at Grosmont before we turn the van South.

The weather forecast is looking good for the next week or two which bodes well for our trip to the Isle of Man.

I must say that the fridge, about which I was somewhat sceptical, has done really well for us. We have had it plugged in to the electrical hookup. I’ve also had the 12v supply that feeds it switched off. It sits directly above the fridge and gets quite warm so not optimal when it comes to refrigeration. Might discuss that with Coops.Anyway the food is cold and I might even need to turn it down a setting or two.

One thing that has stuck in my mind this trip is that there are a lot of caravan parks around Whitby. I guess it’s brought prosperity to the town but they are a bit of a blight on the landscape.

Tonight we are off out to Steve and Helen Dowse’s 25th wedding anniversary. A good time should be had by all. Steve has been one of my camping buddies over the years. Works for Openreach. We had been expecting Joe to drop us off there, at Dunholme Village Hall, but will have to instigate plan B now that he is going to Edgebaston. Ah well. Plan B is probably a taxi.

Warming up nicely here on pitch 39. I think the sun must have risen above the caravan next door. It’s a motorhome actually but I put them almost in the same bracket – caravan with an engine.

Will be finishing off the bacon and sausage this morning. I’ve also kept some mushrooms and half a tomato and last night on our way home we bought a loaf of “Champion Yorkshire Bread” from the park shop. Tha nose.

One of the problems of getting up early and writing a diary entry, having only just written yesterday’s is that you quickly run out of things of a diary nature to say. This is the opposite problem to some days where I have had to hastily jot down a few facts and leave it at that.

Of course a diary shouldn’t just be a list of things you have done in the day. It should reflect the innermost you:) I’m probably not ready to let you have the innermost stuff yet. It may come. To some extent it could be unfair on some people living and I might bump into them. After all Samuel Pepys wrote his diaries in code for exactly this reason. He didn’t have to worry about being read by millions on tinterweb though. Neither do I actually but you never know…

I might have an unpublished version for release posthumously. This would have all the juicy stuff in it. Not sure I have the time, or the juice to do it.

Right, breakfast time…

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In the end we went on a train trip – Grosmont to Whitby (of all places). There was a 90 minute layover in Whitby. Video is a long one but shows a crew changeover on the NYMR – I was just expecting to capture the train arriving in the station but this was a bonus, if you like that sort of thing:)

Hot and sticky drive home. Aircon full on. Ie window open and arm hanging out, guvnor. 24 degrees at 5.30 in Lincoln.

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