It seemed like we'd been pulling our goth weekend outfits together for months, so when Saturday finally arrived and the heavens opened, well it was a tad disappointing.
Even more so for the Mr, who dragged himself out of his sick bed, full of flu, to go.
We dodged between shops trying to stay dry, and really only getting to admire a small amount of people's outfits.
We enjoyed a delicious lunch in Bothams (quickly becoming my favourite eatery in Whitby) which was probably the best place for outfit admiring, my favourite being a beautiful tweed Victorian riding suit, that I failed to get a photo of.
We didn't last more than a few hours, between the rain and the cold. We didn't stand a chance of getting to the goth market, and rather disappointingly, there didn't seem to be much else going on around town, or if there was it wasn't well sign posted.
The inclement weather continued pelting us all the way back to the car. We came, we saw, we retreated to the warmth of home.