This was our first time away since the pandemic began, visiting old haunts on the Yorkshire coast whilst being cautious with social distancing. Scarborough was heaving, perhaps with all those people who would normally have gone to warmer countries at this time of year.
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.
Our Scarborough holiday apartment was on a corner and had large floor-to-ceiling windows looking out in two directions. Although there wasn’t much of a view, the light flooded in, and it took a couple of night’s sleep to adjust to such brightness at 4 in the morning! Here are some images looking out through the windows.
Filey is a small and pleasant seaside resort on the North Yorkshire coast. On this visit it was misty, and the amazing Filey Brigg was invisible (picture on right).
We were puzzled as to why the Punch and Judy man was setting up his theatre on such a dreadful day (picture on left). He was surely the epitome of optimism!
We’ve been to Robin Hood’s Bay many times. It’s a beautiful old fishing village on the North Yorkshire coast, and when the weather is fine, as it was on this visit, it’s a wonderful place to visit. There is a notoriously steep hill that must be walked to get from the top of the village to the bottom, and back again!
I’m not happy. Taylors Cafe and Books in Scarborough has new owners – and they’ve done away with the books! After a decent coffee and cake, I could always find a couple of interesting second-hand books on the top floor. Sadly, no more.
However it gets worse. The only bookshop selling new books (other than a middling Waterstones) has cut back to 3 days opening. It always seemed to me that it was far too small to survive, but it’s still there two years after opening – but for how much longer? It’s at the wrong end of an alley off the main street, an alley which is looking very rundown, and I feel pessimistic about this bookshop’s prospects.
Oh, and it hasn’t stopped raining all day, and the forecast is for more of the same tomorrow. I’m not happy!
Much amused by these tweets following reports of a magnitude 3.9 earthquake off the coast of Scarborough – but few people noticed!