Robin Hoods Bay
January 25, 2006
25th January 2006
Well, the dust has settled and we have all moved here to Royston Vasey by the sea. Robin Hood has more nuts per ounce than, er, well a big bag of salted cashews I suppose. We have a tiny cottage overlooking the sea, (by Summer 2009, probably) with a shower and toilet room that would fit snugly in the boot of our 1985 Mini Metro. I’m having a poo right now, why don’t you have one?
Both of us are working, Holly in a secondhand bookshop in Scarborough and I buy and sell everything legal. I have tucked up Cash Converters twice this week already.
Where we live has a ‘Late Shop’, it closes at 5.30 - all the other shops that can be bothered to open close at 5.oo. What little street lighting there is remains gas powered, and there are NO cars allowed in the village. All residents without helicopters or speedboats have to leave vehicles over half a mile away (667 steps on the pedometer, fact fans) in a car park patrolled by Chavs and sheep. It is very, very backward here and we fit in well.
Worksop I see has a new murderer. Front page of most of the national newspapers. Still, he did have the decency to kill his wife in the USA, thereby saving our hard working police more time to put tickets on cars parked slightly out of their marked bays.
We have no TV or radio here. True. Reception is non existent. They can get a fuzzy picture at the top of the village (500 meters uphill) but in Satan’s watery bowels we just listen to the sea and mad folk talking to themselves.
You’re welcome to come and stay, but to be honest you wouldn’t want to. The highlight of our week is dustbin day (Thursdays, unless wet, June). We have limited space, but all the Bed and Breakfasts / Holiday Cottages are very despreate and cheap. We have a boat which is crap. By sea, our nearest village is Boggle Hole, and that has a Youth Hostel and three cows.
I seem to be eighty-fifth in line for the title of Village Idiot, they really are that barking mad up here. Our friend Maureen who we brought up here by mistake, has had a baby, and amazingly it isn’t handicapped.
Toodle Pip.








