I must go down to Whitby again, to the wonderful sea and sky,
And the rain and the rain and the rain and the rain...
And have some some chips and a pie.
In a pub. Out of the rain.
Anyway, my friend Dr Gail-Nina Anderson has a lovely piece on her site that is very probably endorsed by the Whitby tourist people. I wonder what would happen if she, to coin a phrase, went behind the scenes at the museum?
And was there ever a Goth skiffle group called the Whitby Jets?