Ravenscar.

A couple miles from my nans house is a huge Victorian hotel on a the edge of a cliff, at the end of a derelict railway.

When we were kids it always looked pretty ominous sat up there alone on the cliff, kind of like the Overlook from The Shining, so we told each other it was a big old haunted hotel.

I think the name Ravenscar also helped to add a bit of grounding to the creepy tales.

So we walked up there for the first time last summer to discover it's actually just a pretty standard (if massive hotel) which is popular for weddings.

Has some nice gardens though on the cliff tops looking out towards Robin Hoods bay.

So we walked up again today for a beer in the posh bar.