With celebrated kippers, fish & chips and a new outpost of a Michelin-starred gastropub, the seaside town is becoming a dining destination to really savour
Before the church bells, before the buskers, and shortly before the smell of kippers, there is the sound of Keith Gilpin’s dust cart trundling over the Church Street cobbles, St George’s flags flying proudly. This is how a Whitby morning begins.
“Look at that,” says the 62-year-old street cleaner, sweeping a high-vis arm towards the sea view. “Tell me what’s better than this, lad? I like a beer and I like a bet, but you can’t beat a sunrise. Of all life’s pleasures, often the free ones are the best.”
Source: The Guardian