This was my first real volunteering event, I dragged ‘kicking and screaming’ the husband with me in the hope I could get him involved and to say his day was eventful is a story in itself. But I digress. Well, it was a three hour drive from Derbyshire to North Yorkshire but I had the post code (well I thought I had the post code) and we were lucky with the weather. It was a beautiful day,that took us over the moors and around the outskirts of Whitby onto the coast road so the journey was very pleasant.
We were expected mid-morning and the journey was longer than I anticipated but as we approached the hostel the sat nav said turn left so we did into some little village but no sign of a hostel. We turned around, tried again, same place. I’ll ring them, I think. Of course, no signal. To cut a long story short we eventually came across a sign that pointed us to the car park, where we breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Well if you’ve ever been to YHA Boggle Hole the car park appears to be in the middle of nowhere but we unloaded and set off down the road which had no vehicular access, and down it went through the trees until you turn a bend and there hidden in the bay is the most wonderful building, an old water mill that is a now an iconic Youth Hostel.
Now to find the manager Peta and Andy the Deputy Manage/Peta’s husband. After crossing the bridge over the opening to the bay to get to the hostel, we stood and let the scene sink in. where was Peta? I turned to see a wonderfully energetic lady approaching shouting my name. Ah, what a welcome we received – hugs all round and the promise of cupcakes, tea and lunch. If for no other reason you must visit the hostel the cup cakes alone.
After being briefed on my tasks for the day, the rest of my party decided to go exploring the coastal path and return once they had been exploring for a well-deserved lunch.
The hostel looked amazing with stalls including local crafts people, the local community, local scouts – this involved flinging frogs, don’t ask – a cake stall, fossil information and much more. My job was to usher in people who were walking the coastal path, or on the beach or indeed those who had come to see the hostel on this special day.
By Jean Kerry, YHA Fundraising Assistant