by the look of it in a stackyard or Farm buildings, certainly the smoke which we passed through reminded us of the days when "Burning the stubble" was commonly done at this time of the year.We stopped on the hill near Sandsend and enjoyed our morning cuppa, then continued to Staithes, parking near the old railway station, and walking down the main street to halfway down the hill, where we forked left to have a look into the creek.
There were only two cobles in there today, a far cry from the 1960's when they filled the creek from one side to the other and there was an absolute "Mares Nest" of mooring ropes.
Fishing boats still operate from Staithes, though they mainly moor out in the newly rebuilt outer harbour, and many now are motor vessels rather than the traditional cobles as these are much more exposed to the elements.
We crossed the bridge over the creek and found to our surprise that there were a number of caterpillars on the pavement, which seems odd this late in the year!
We rejoined the main "road" and I was amused by the variety of containers being used as containers for flowers.
We arrived at the small beach and watched the boatmen and families who were enjoying themselves
And took this view of the Nab
before making our way back up the hill (slowly) to the car park now much fuller than when we arrived.It was now past 11 so we drove to Saltburn to have a rather nice Pork, Yorkshire Pudding, mash Cabbages and gravy dinner in "The Signals" Bistro next to the station before starting our drive back.
We stopped off at Kettleness to take a distant shot of Runswick across the bay
and down into the bay itself, 
a famous spot where a village once stood, until that is one December night in 1829 the cliff face slumped into the sea taking the whole village with it.Fortunately no one was lost as they were picked up from boats by an Alum mining trade ship that happened to be in the bay at the time.
It had been another grand day
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