On our way to Whitby, an English fishing town on the North Sea, we stopped by the North Yorkshire Moors Railway for a brief ride in a steam train, a la the Hogwarts Express.
Once in Whitby, we enjoyed fish and chips at the Magpie Cafe, explored the Whitby Abbey ruins (courtesy of King Henry VIII), and escaped to the North Sea.
“Her cheek was wet with North Sea spray.
We walked where tide and shingle meet;
The long waves rolled from far away
To purr in ripples at our feet.
And as we walked it seemed to me
That three old friends had met that day,
The old, old sky, the old, old sea,
And love, which is as old as they.”
- By the North Sea by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle