Robin Hood's Bay
A beautiful North Yorkshire port
(Photos © urban75, July 2010)
Robin Hood’s Bay is a small fishing town five miles south of Whitby and 15 miles north of Scarborough on the North Yorkshire coast.
Known as Bay Town by locals, it sits in the ancient parish of Fylingdales.
Despite its name, it seems unlikely that Robin Hood and his chortling gang of merry men ever trotted into town, but the town has a long history, dating back over a thousand years.
As well as the legal trades of fishing and farming, the town has a long tradition of smuggling goods like tea, gin, rum, brandy and tobacco, with a rumoured network of subterranean passageways linking the houses.
The fishing industry reached its zenith in the mid 19th century, to be replaced by tourism as the main industry.
We took a bit of a daft shortcut into the town, which involved carting our bikes down hundreds of steps.
View of the Bay Hotel which overlooks the coast. The original hotel was washed away in the 1830s, with the current structure being built in 1836, and extended in 1920.
With its isolated position, Robin Hood's Bay was reportedly the busiest smuggling community on the Yorkshire coast.
The whole community was involved in smuggling contraband from underneath the watchful eyes of excise men, and it was said that a bale of silk could pass from the bottom of the village to the top without leaving the houses. [Read more]
It's now a hugely attractive town to visit, with a timeless air and a maze of narrow streets.
Looking up at the Bay Hotel while having a paddle in the sea.
Chilling out!
Beer, sea and ice cream. Result!
Watching the game in the Bay Hotel.
Town views.
Down to the coast.
Fisherman's cottage, 1680.
Dollies ice cream.
Picnics for all your ice cream, cake and snacking needs.
Brown's 'chocolate heaven' selling Brymore ice cream, home made fudge and tons of sweets.
Robin Hood's bay is at the end of a 190 mile coast to coast walk and this lot were celebrating the end of their journey.
Laurel Inn, Robin Hood's bay.
The hill out of town was a right bastard! We gave up trying to make it up on our bikes.
Looking back into Robin Hood's Bay.
Top of the hill.
Another hill.
Looking back at the bay.
Church on the way back to Hawsker.
Celtic cross.
The final stretch back to Hawsker old station where we returned our bikes.
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