On the way back to the car, I saw this amazing sign for a fish and chips shop:
(This has to be right up there with my favourite punning shop name of all time, "The Merchant of Tennis" in Toronto :))
We then drove to Staithes through the moors themselves, stopping at one of our favourite pubs of last year, The Lion at Blakey Ridge, in the middle of the North Yorkshire Moors. I took some reference photos of the interior because I just adore it. (The couple in the photo below were a little surprised that I took a photo of them -- I really just wanted the wonderful settle they're sitting on!)
We got to Staithes about 3:30 pm, and negotiated the narrow streets down to our self catering cottage which overlooks the Beck and the rest of the village. The views from our windows are staggering. I can't wait to get painting.
Today we had a walk around the town which is so scenic I felt my brains melting from the beauty and patina and history of it all :) Then we went to the Mosey Family Meet-Up, where David got to meet his cousins and their children and grandchildren in Brotton, only six miles away! These are cousins David never knew he had (his dad and his brother (David's cousins' dad) were orphaned and separated as youngsters) and not only are they close blood relatives but they are amazingly marvellous people! I have never felt so welcomed anywhere in my entire life and David was so happy. If you sat down and DESIGNED people to be related to, it would be the extended Mosey clan of Brotton :)
I particularly enjoyed meeting 10 year old Anna and her little sister Eve, who made me feel right at home and who I think must be honourary KnitWits at heart. Anna likes the colour green and dancing and is brilliantly inventive and Eve likes the colour pink and gymnastics and has a great admiration for tarantulas and pythons. These are my kinda girls :)
Anna created the following piece of challenging installation art, inspired by her father's nose, which was, tragically, "tidied up" by some members of the Bowls Club who didn't realize that she's the next Young British Artist à la Damion Hirst:
Ah well, Anna, art, like life, is ephemeral. Friends for ever, though :)
When we got back to the cottage, David cooked dinner. After dinner I opened the front door to find a little black cat with half a tail waiting expectantly on the front steps. "Hello there', I said to the little black cat with half a tail. It walked right in as if it was totally at home (which I expect it is), and sat pointedly in front of our tiny refrigerator. David and I exchanged looks.
"What do you think it would like?" I asked him. "Try some milk" he suggested.
And here's a photo of a little chair and side table I bought at a totally random toy shop in York yesterday, which are destined for my mum's Edwardian roombox:
In the background, do you see a black shape asleep on our sofa? If you live in Staithes and are the companions of a glossy, well-fed black cat with half a tail and more than the usual feline amount of chutzpah, it's safe and sound down at #5. Don't worry, it's already had supper :)