As the weather promised to be blustery but sunny, we decided that Tuesday was to be the day of our visit to Scarborough. Despite the fact that is was still very windy, we threw caution to the winds (pun intended) and took a ride on top of one of the open topped buses. We must have resembled a poor man’s Batman and Robin with our raincoats billowing out behind us as we braved the winds atop of the bus! At least there were blue skies and some sunshine peeping through them.
After our bus ride along the front of the North Bay, we alighted and made our way to my favourite ice cream parlour for a Knickerbocker Glory. No one but no one makes them quite like Pacitto’s Ice Cream parlour! There the best!
We had our dinner later in one of the many restaurants which are dotted along the front and chose the King Richard III to be precise where I enjoyed a roast beef dinner, and K had steak pie and chips. I had to laugh at a very scary contraption hanging on one of the walls by the bar entitled ‘Mantrap’
Following our dinner, I again foolishly decided to begin to walk up through the old town towards St Mary’s church and the castle. Big mistake! It’s a really steep climb, and after reaching about half way up, my legs began to complain, they turned to concrete blocks, and I had to literally keep stopping every few steps all the way to the top! It was with enormous relief that we eventually reached the lovely St Mary’s church, where incidentally Anne Bronte is buried.
Following a brief rest in the church, we continued slowly up to the castle. It was really windy up at the top in the castle grounds, which probably explains why there weren’t many visitors up there! One of the last times we had visited the castle was with J when we attended the World War 2 demonstrations. Remember?
By the time we had sauntered around the castle grounds, I was exhausted, so we slowly made our way down the road from the castle, and worked our way to the bus station. What a day, and although enjoyable, I was so glad to arrive back at our mobile home!