To me Whitby in North Yorkshire will always be the town of the 200 steps. I first visited there in 1974 with my four-year-old son. We had a fun time climbing and trying to count all the stairs which took us from sea level up to the ruined abbey. The next day, we walked in the fog among the grave stones and ruins, listening to the eerie sound of the fog horns. Whitby had changed in the twenty years since my first visit. There were now crowds of tourists and the usual novelty shops that tourists frequent. It was easy to get away from this area, though, and to enjoy the charm of the town.
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