retiredmartin

May 2026. Whitby.

Whitby was busy enough for a Goth-free Wednesday in May, enough to keep the cake shops,

and the pubs ticking over, though of course Sam Smiths pubs close for reasons unrelated to trade.

“Still seeking a management COUPLE” says the advert for the Jolly Sailors, and that couple won’t be Mrs RM and me.

I bet Sir Humphrey could do a decent renovation job on the Old Smuggler;

though even he might put those prices up a bit.

The second pub on Dave, Paul and my artisanally curated Proper Pub survey was a Sam Smiths pub,

though I’m guessing the Plough has had some ups and downs over the years as well.

You know the drill. Turn the phone off at the door,

3 pints of OBB (cool, chewy NBSS 3.5), curse that you can’t take photos inside. Luckily someone called Cath did, years ago.

You get the idea, astonishingly cosy. Hey, I know a bloke who takes swords in pubs !

Safely outside, we consulted Paul’s map,

and headed for the bus.