Last weekend found me adventuring in Saltburn-by-the-Sea, camera in hand and hope in my heart. This rather pretty seaside town has seen me visit a couple of times before, but in the guise of a wedding blogger. And during my visits to wedding fairs there my curiosity was peaked – I just had to return and find out just what Saltburn-by-the-Sea has to offer.
In an effort to fit in as much Yorkshire sightseeing as we can before our house sells, Mr Chic and I have been visiting all the places that ended up on our Yorkshire bucket list. Not that we will never return to God’s own country, but I think buying and redecorating a new home will eat up our already precious time. It will be a while before we tackle the journey from Wales to Yorkshire.
Our Adventure In Saltburn-By-The-Sea
We started our exploration of Saltburn just as the clock was striking twelve, which meant that the first port of call for us was lunch. We had a mooch around a number of eateries, but ended up at Real Meals. This ‘stuffed to the brim with deliciousness’ delicatessen serves a pretty decent selection of hot and cold food on its regular menu. However, our tastebuds were tickled by the specials of the day: chorizo salad and gourmet burger.
With all my recent bloating problems, I’ve decided to ditch the gluten for a while and see if that helps. I resisted the temptation to take a humongous bite out of Mr Chic’s burger, but his culinary critique was, “Bloody hell that’s good!”
I also tried my first Flora Tea ™ (flowering teas ™). Hand-tied, individual green tea leaves and dried aromatic flowers form a tea ball/heart, which ‘flowers’ when placed in boiling water.
Pretty eh? After a bit of a heavy lunch we took a very long, and very leisurely walk around the town and along the promenade. According to my step counter we did 7,312 steps. Pretty impressive on a full stomach!
We then took a ride in Saltburn’s glorious tram way down to the beach.
Feeling righteous in our walking achievement, we decided to spoil all our hard work by indulging in a drink – well it was the weekend.
And if the ‘gentleman’ who emailed me slating me for drinking beer is reading – yes that is a pint in my hand. In truth it was Mr Chic’s pint (he only ever drinks one low alcohol beer if he’s driving later in the day), but we swapped glasses just for the pic. If you read the post I wrote in reply to said email, you will understand my attempt to prove my ‘I will drink beer from a pint glass’ point.
It was while we were sitting here, sipping our drinks and watching the world go by that I noticed an elderly gentleman trying to cross the road. I watched as he looked anxiously up the street, people crossed right next to him without giving the poor fellow a second glance. After ten minutes or so I could take no more. I marched down to the road, cursing the thoughtlessness of ‘some people’ under my breath.
me: “May I help you cross sir?”
Elderly gentleman: “What’s that?
me: (louder because I think he’s probably a bit deaf): “The road sir, may I help you to cross it.
Elderly gentleman: Why would I want to do that?
me: (thinking he’s probably a bit do-lally as well as deaf): Well, to get to the other side. Take my arm and I’ll help you.
Elderly gentleman: Young lady, if you used your eyes you would see that I am standing next to a bus stop!
The ground didn’t open up and swallow me, which is a bit of a shame really because I had to go and explain to Mr Chic what had happened. He is still chuckling to himself and calling me ‘young lady’. Sigh!
Humiliation still cursing through my veins, we wandered back up to the town and picked up the few goodies that the delicatessen had kindly put to one side for us, had a bit of a wander and stopped off for a drink and some nibbles at The Spa Hotel.
If the weather hadn’t started to take a turn for the worse, and we hadn’t had a 90 minute journey ahead of us, I could have sat here for hours. I completely forgot to take a pic of the seafood sharing platter that the chef rustled up for us, bad blogger.
As we left Satlburn-by-the-Sea, the rain had started to roll in and was determined to head in our direction.
I was actually a bit sad leaving. Despite our enjoyment of Saltburn I don’t think we’ll be back any time soon, I think I’ll be too busy moving house. Not too busy for the odd adventure though, I hope 🙂