@mrs-b So I have prepared a little virtual tour of whitby!
Here is where I went to school st hilda's.
I love the walk along the cliff tops, through the whale bones and down into the harbour!
The main beach. I spent many a sunny day here!
The harbour and bridge over those the old town.
My favourite fish and chip restaurant. I have always gone here since I was 13! I'm now 44.
The quirky shops and cobbled streets.
The beach that is best for fossil and jet hunting!
Hope this has brightened your day!
@Niffler!! I know Whitby! I've visited and stayed there when I lived in England. And it's a HUGELY personal place for me. I'm not sure if you know that Whitby is the port from which James Cook departed on his voyage to 'discover' Australia.
When I was in England, I was very, very homesick. When we visited Whitby, I remember standing on the cliffs and looking out to sea, and wishing that I, like Cook, could voyage to Australia and rediscover my homeland.
So 2 years ago, when I changed my first and middle names (yes - that happened, but that's another story) - I legally took Whitby as my middle name, because for so much of my life I have felt as tho, both externally and internally, I've been on a voyage to find my way home. And it also represents an acknowledgment of my Australian heritage and who I truly am. So - the cat is now out of the bag; my legal first and middle names are Hollian Whitby.
And now I feel as tho I should be asking you if you'd like to be my new best friend!
And btw, Whitby had the best spotted dick I've ever had. It's also where my husband took his best ever photo. He stood on the cliff/headland where the cemetery and desolate church ruins are, and the shot is taken through the expanse of tombstones, down to the bustling town beneath. It was a bleak day with black clouds overhead, the cold ocean in the background, and in the middle, the town, filled with people living in either defiance or ignorance of what was clearly ahead. Awesome photo.
I was almost too afraid to google "spotted dick"!
I hope you are feeling better and are on your way to a speedy recovery.
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I was almost too afraid to google "spotted dick"!
I hope you are feeling better and are on your way to a speedy recovery.
Me too! My eye bugged out and thought it can’t be what it sounds like!
Here I am in hospital this afternoon - best day I've had, pain-wise. It wasn't as heavy, didn't last as long, and I recuperated more quickly. The tests they're running won't be back for a few days, so my attending cardiologist said I could go home for a few days till they work out how to proceed. Am now also seeing rheumatologists, who are checking me out for large vessel vasculitis, and they need an ultrasound of my temporal artery to make sure I "Don't go blind over the weekend while you're at home." (well, cheers to that!) But assuming that goes well, I'll leave tomorrow, probably in the afternoon.
I'll have to come back; the more time that goes by, the more this is looking like something surgical - but we'll see. In the meantime I'm taking home basically a pharmacy to manage my symptoms during the adrenalin/pain surges, so I'm hoping all will be well.
And here I am, just off the phone with my cardiologist, pretty damn pleased about leaving!! Fingers crossed the ultrasound goes well. And that I don't...er...go blind...over the weekend.
You can make caster sugar if you grind regular table sugar in a mill to be a finer crystal (but not as fine as powdered sugar). And you can definitely make spotted dick with any other sort of fat like butter. I believe the texture is just a bit different.Well, I looked them up and they are currants. But I am not about to try to make a batch of spotted dick because I have been stopped by two essential ingredients: caster sugar and shredded beef suet. Now I have seen caster sugar for sale before, although I cannot remember where, but I don't believe I have ever run into shredded beef suet before!
The recipe looks good, though.
Traditional Spotted Dick
A traditional Spotted Dick recipe, a quintessential English steamed pudding served with a creamy vanilla custard sauce.
I just have to get through tonight / tomorrow morning without an unmanageable flare. And I need the temporal artery ultrasound to be ok. If that happens, I'm a lock to go home - at least for a few days. if nothing else, it will give my poor arms a chance to explore a color other than purple before I have to come back for whatever procedures they require next week.
These photos are the better view. My poor hands and wrists are like the remains of a land mine.
Hi @mrs-b Just checking in.
Here is a photo of Whitby in the UK, one of my absolute fave places. I lived here for 5 years. It's a beautiful coastal town with lots of history, cobbled streets, quirky shops and great fossil hunting on the beach!
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