InsaneJournal

Current mood:

tired

I got home from Whitby on Thursday, collapsed in a heap and slept like a log; went out all day on Friday, went back to Mum's for Indianfoods then collapsed in a heap; got home today, did three loads of washing, then collapsed in a heap with the final film installment of LotR. (I'm not getting into commentary on that post-reading the book, I'll be here all day and it's a bit old now anyway.)

In short, Whitby is wonderful. There's an air of melancholic decay in most of the purely-touristic seaside towns I've been to, the sense that even in the high season the town is slowly sinking into a shadow of its former self, and it's only worse when you go when the tourists have all gone home. The faint, ever-present sense of despair - though that might just be me being all maudlin. ;P

Whitby doesn't have that; there's tourists there, true, and undoubtedly it will be quieter when it's not, well, the big Goth weekend, but it's a hale and thriving town that just happens to have tourists come in every now and again rather than relying on the unpredictable holidayers to turn up and keep it alive for one more year. There's a different feel about it entirely.

...In other words, yes, I'd love to go back as soon as I get chance. ^_^ It was fantastic seeing Rath and Koi again, and I totally see what Rath meant about Whitby fish and chips.