“The romance of the Yorkshire Coast began in the early morning of earth’s long day. Everything we see around us bears the impress of innumerable yesterdays”

The prologue to history is not written in books. It is inscribed upon the rocks and hidden in the dark earth.

 

Every age is an age of wonders. There is always something which appears to be beyond the ken of mortal men.

 

Their graves reveal their superstitious dread of the eternal ‘tomorrow’

There were giants in those days, and long ago the simple folk of this district believed in all manner of wonders and miracles.

The brilliant noonday of the year reveals enchantment everywhere along the Yorkshire Coast.

 

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