After an overcast start and a forecast saying not much chance of rain, I walked out to the furthest point of Scarborough’s south bay, which was typically was when the deluge struck. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem but being stuck on the side of a cliff on paths of slaloming sinuously into repeated chicanes, it becomes somewhat more problematic getting anywhere in a hurry.
Hot footing it back to the town centre I hid in various bookstores (of which more in another post) before finally exiting out into a bright and sunny day. It’s great to be here out of season with less crowds and an actual view of where you are going but balancing that is the habit the locals have of crossing my walking line at an angle to get to their destinations, which is no bother as I adjust accordingly…but when their decisive diagonal becomes a gentle arc back across my path and ends up aiming at the side of the street they just came from; well it’s a bit much and plenty of tutting has been bandied about of late, that’ll show ’em!
The sea front of this bay is much more commercial with the harbour fair and amusement arcades, accompanied with that cacophonous symphony universal to such places, that doesn’t seem to have changed since I was a child. Mingling with this is the smell of the sea air, chips and friend onions not to mention candyfloss which is a heady and classic mix of magic to the olfactory senses.
The Town clings to the cliff and the castle looms above in a comforting way and brings to mind a dream I had a few times of floating off the headland on a plank at night, surrounded by many others in the same situation. We were waiting in the silence and then a massive flash from a huge anti aircraft gun firing from the castle which was the signal for a WWII air raid to commence as we floated. It wasn’t in the least frightening though, oddly.
Things got briefly Narnian for a moment with a cheap homage (my literary mind assumes) to Cair Paravel, as I stopped to debate whether to take my sweater off knowing full well it will probably be cold again in five minutes such is the whim of the weather Gods.
The size of the castle walls is impressive and as I headed back to the north side for a black coffee and a warm place to write up my notes I had another surprise. I was amazed to see a deer run along the cliff and over the path further in front of me, which was the last thing I was expecting but was a pleasant surprise to end both my wanderings and this post on.