There is, alas, little evidence that the hooded bandit of medieval times ever showed his face around Robin Hoods Bay (we do like the hooded bandit), but we find ousrelves caring about this about as much as poor people likely did about his thievery. Robin Hoods Bay, on the North Yorkshire and Cleveland Heritage Coast and the edge of the North York Moors National Park, is a cracking coastal town to steal along to, whether drifters these days want to stick around town or use a Robin Hoods Bay campsite as a base for coastal forays around nearby Whitby and Scarborough.
After Dorset, the Yorkshire coast is probably the most prolific in the country to acquire fossils at; look for them on the edges of Robin Hoods Bay while the tide is out, before embarking on a low tide walk to Ravenscar three miles away (George III strode the sands of this route too). Racking up info on rockpooling, geology and Robin Hoods Bay smuggling at the National Trust-managed Old Coastguard Station and the town museum are other faves of visitors when Robins Hood Bay camping, and there are – most naturally – many places along the bay from which to capture fish.
