Over many years of visiting, I had become quite familiar with the quirky series of the fishing towns and villages that occupy this edge of the British Isles. Each maintains its own distinctive sense of place, from the jostling activity of Whitby in high season, to the gentler rhythm of the Staithes foreshore, hidden at the base of a plunging landscape.
Robin Hoods Bay:
Each time I return with artistic intent, my senses are overwhelmed with the visual richness of the environment here. The cooler temperatures of this more northerly clime, are more than made up for by the visual warmth – the vibrant reds of the cliffs, the bricks and pantiles, which all reverberate against the grey blues of the sky and the open waters. Undulating jittys and streets lead between precarious arrangements of fishermen’s cottages, sometimes revealing to the explorer an unexpected glimpse of the North Sea.