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Walking down the narrow little street is always quite an adventure, waiting for that first glimpse of the blue, glittering sea. Then, just behind a corner, it appeared in all its glory. A little further on and you reach the beach. The famous Robin Hood’s Bay. We knew fossils were waiting for us, and we were already taking bets on how many we would find. It did not take long before I found my first fossil, a small nautilus still encased in its boulder but revealing just enough to show what was hidden inside. Not long after, I found another fossil, this time some kind of vegetation embedded in stone for eternity. My husband found some as well, but a few were far too big or would have needed a hammer to free them, so we left those for others to discover. He did find two pieces of black jet, which he promised to turn into a necklace for me. And when my husband makes a promise, he always keeps it.
Then it was time to explore what the charming little port of Robin Hood’s Bay had to offer. Despite being small, it has a surprising amount of character, from little art galleries and souvenir shops to a fossil and crystal specialist shop and my favorite was the Dinosaur & Fossil Shop, which feels essential in any Jurassic coastline village.
There are also cosy cafés and a lively pub looking out over the sea. We stopped at a café to regain some energy with a well‑deserved hot drink. Our café of choice was Tea, Toast and Post, a charming place full of character. It is well worth a visit.
Eventually, it was time to say goodbye to Robin Hood’s Bay, but I must admit it was probably the loveliest port I have seen in a very long time. We were lucky with the weather, which helped enormously. I recommend visiting this port, whether for a day out or a restful weekend, whatever you fancy.
Have you ever gone fossil hunting, and if so, what did you find?




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