“Moors:” (1) ties up a boat; (2) North African people who invaded Spain in medieval times; (3) this wild and moody North Yorkshire countryside. We'd see all three uses of the word during the course of the summer, but right now I was focused on #3. Sherlock Holmes was one of my childhood heroes, and he had lots of stories and adventures in the moors; therefore I had to see this landscape while we were in the area. Earlier in our stay in Whitby our chief engineer told us that he had taken a day trip in an antique steam train through the moors (a national park) to a tiny town, and back again. We were happy to get a two-fer adventure. Off we went!
In an extreme contrast to the modern high speed train we took from Edinburgh, this time we traveled by a steam locomotive that’s been in movies from Harry Potter to Indiana Jones for a day’s exploring.
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The famous moors were a little less forbidding than they were in my childhood imagination, but still plenty powerful.
The town was tiny, hilly, and old.
Also, the best fish-and-chips we'd had so far (and since, it would turn out) was in this tiny hole-in-the-wall storefront and cost us only £6 each. (The beer we stopped for in a pub later cost more!) I have no idea what the doorway was all about. A takeoff on the bead curtains from the '60s? Chain mail? It made a fun sound as people walked through it.
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