5 cars line a long road, almost deserted due to the bad weather and overlapping tides.

Scarborough during the Beast from the East

Earlier this year, back on 18 March, I had to go to Bridlington for training to volunteer as a Tour Maker for the Tour de Yorkshire 2018 in Scarborough. It was an early morning on the train — a journey I’d completed hundreds of times before, as my ex-girlfriend lives in Bridlington — and one that brought back many memories.

When I got there, I walked into Bridlington Spa and it seemed oddly, I don’t know… eerily quiet, almost silent. I wandered to the reception desk, and asked where the Tour Maker training was. In what felt like what I can only describe as a verbal beheading, the lady behind the desk went “it’s been cancelled”.

Choppy seas under a cloudy blue sky on Bridlington promenade.
Choppy seas on Bridlington Promenade.

“Shit”, I thought, as I pondered over what I was going to do next. I wandered down to Bridlington Promenade — another place with memories that meant I may or may not have shed a tear or two — and took one very blurry photo amongst the 30mph gusts that were pushing me away, a stark contrast to my ex and I pulling one-another along the tiled ground as we ran it together in days gone by.

I figured it wouldn’t be wise of me to hang around an eerily quiet Bridlington all day, while all of the locals were tucked up nice and warm inside. Remembering that I had to change at Scarborough railway station, I figured I’d love myself by giving myself the time to explore Scarborough on my own terms and at my own pace, something I’d never done before.

A 37-minute train journey later, through the picturesque villages of Bempton and Humanby, and the small seaside town of Filey, I was in Scarborough. I’m not going to commentate my day in this post (I may at a later date, depending on what people want to see), but I’ll simply let the photographs I took do the talking. As they say, a photograph speaks a thousand words.

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C x

5 thoughts on “Scarborough during the Beast from the East”

  1. If it had been but a few degrees warmer that day, I’d be willing to bet this post would have been all about your soul-testing journey through heat stroke treatment. In my opinion, it would’ve made for a much more interesting story. 😉

    Great post as always! Keep it up!!

    1. All I have to say is that you make me hate Yanks. 😉 At least we can handle the cold here…!

      Thanks, C — much appreciated.

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