A Saturday morning in Robin Hood's Bay, a picturesque North Yorkshire seaside town. It was an infamous smugglers' cove. The legend goes that Robin Hood met French pirates who were pillaging the town; he defeated them, and gave their loot to the poor.
An atmospheric morning driving through the moors.
Arrival in Robin Hood's Bay.
The steep road into the village.
How the faces of love have changed, turning the pages.
And I have changed, oh but you, you remain ageless.
The strangest beauty's in the empty spaces.
You say time will wash every tower to the sea.
Blue door or yellow door, which to choose ?
We sailed through our youth, so impatiently.
Eva Cottage.
Back track, think back, E-V-E.
Bow Cottage, 1625.
To the sea wall & George Rex.
Ye Dolphin, public house.
Don't you want to just give up everything sometimes,
and live a life by the sea ?
Drove me, like a magnet...
To the sea.
I turned around.
And the water was closing, all around me.
Like a glove.
Like the love that had finally, finally found me.
All these miles of water...
Steal from the rich, give to the poor.
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