Some final pictures of Scarborough, taken with the camera, possibly the last for a while as it’s time to visit other places.
Our last day in Scarborough and it’s a grey morning, to be followed by a wet afternoon. A stroll brought us to the Italian Gardens, to the bench where we scattered grandpa’s ashes, to a row of chalets crushed by the falling cliff top, and to the gallery of the quirky artist Tracy Savage.
Another grey day in Scarborough, hence the sixty minute bus ride to the charming market town of Pickering. The trip takes you round the houses, over country roads and through attractive villages. The village of Hutton Buscel (I call it Darcey Bussell!) is a particular favourite of mine.