The last Whitby morning

It's always really quiet first thing. Apart from the bin men who came at 6am. So, me and Mrs S went for a wander through the quiet streets and bought a couple of coffees.

Then it was time to pack the car, grab a group breakfast, and get on the road.

Home to a knackered pug and an injured whippet who has two nasty puncture wounds from a rogue dog attack. Vet appointment at 9am tomorrow.