RUNSWICK

If Bay Town be remarkable, much more so is Runswick, for the houses may be said to hang on the abrupt hill-side, as martens’ nests on a wall, among patches of ragwort, bramble, gorse, elders, and bits of brown rock, overtopped by the summit of the cliff.  Boats are hauled up on the grass, near the rivulet that frolics down the steep, balks of pine and ends of old ship timbers lie about; clothes hung out to dry flutter in the breeze; and the little whitewashed gables, crowned by thatch or red tiles, gleam in the sunshine.

White/Yorkshire, 1879

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