Been going to the bay since student days; many happy hours walking the beaches and cliff paths, and drinking in The Laurel. My strongest memories are of being carefree between student and junior doctor, wondering what the future held for us all. 45 years later and there is no point in wondering any more.
Scarborough Harbour. My pal got confused in the sandwich shop; a questionnaire on the wall, the answers to which was your order. He finished with sausage and ice cream in a brown baguette. I lost and found my glasses. Breakfast in the greasy spoon on the harbour side.
A trawlerman with his memories?
|The Golden Ball - nice balcony seats if you can find a free one|
|Why is the Tardis on the foreshore? It doesn't go anywhere and nobody goes in it.|
|South Bay with new Lifeboat Station.|
|Memory man is still outside the greasy spoon|