This handsome 19th-century coaching inn stands back from the road about eight miles inland from Whitby. A proper old snug, complete with a working cast-iron range & tiled floor is the first space you’ll encounter, then through a passageway to the comfortable bar, all gleaming oak, pints of Black Sheep & a window seat with a sweet view of the pretty village. Beyond that is the dining room, with its wooden floor & roaring open fire beneath a stone lintel & beams. There’s a local/seasonal ethos here, with seafood & game featuring prominently; Whitby scampi & haddock are perfectly cooked without fuss, & the specials board might yield rich, sticky braised oxtail with prunes. For afters, a fruit-packed crumble of windfall apples, plums & blackberries will render you either comatose or determined to find a windswept beach to walk it off.