I had to go to Scarborough for work the other day. One of the advantages of being self-employed is I can take time off on a whim – provided I don’t have any looming deadlines, of course. So, when I emerged from a basement meeting room at lunchtime to find that the sun was shining brightly and no clouds were to be seen, I decided to play hookey and spend the afternoon exploring this seaside town.
My parents took me to Scarborough once in a while when I was small, because it was near my North Yorkshire boarding school and made a suitable day out for a girl who couldn’t get enough of rock pools, dodgems, donkeys and other seaside delights. The fish and chips there are second to none too. I’ve been back rarely since; Whitby and even Filey are more my cup of tea today. But I found enough in the town in the way of museums and other points of interest to keep me occupied for a few hours. The shops were disappointing but the glorious weather helped – how often do we get unadulterated sun at a northern beach resort? The beach was surprisingly empty, probably because it was a weekday and early in the season.
I discovered that Scarborough has a Sitwell connection. Woodend, the birthplace of Edith Sitwell, is now a gallery as well as hosting a number of creative media businesses.
I also found this rather sweet former Wesleyan chapel. All in all, a good day out.