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.
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.
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!