|Peasholm Park Scarborough in 1956|
I drove to Scarborough and stayed at a B&B, the name of which I cannot remember, in West Street which lies confusingly on the south side of the town. Having booked into my room, I walked south along the Cleveland Way which hugged the cliff edge. To my left, the views of the sea, cliff and rock formations were great. On the other (right) hand, I passed seemingly endless miles and miles of caravan sites which littered the unremarkable countryside around Osgodby and Cayton Bay.
|Filey Brigg - Summer 1950|
|That's me holding the catch of the day in 1955|
Arriving at the Cobble Landing, almost nothing appeared to have changed in the nearly 40 years since I was last there. The fishing cobbles look the same, although a worrying number are now made of plastic rather than wood. The amusement arcade is still in the same building, but the name has changed from Corrigan's to Holdsworth's - not the same ring! The cafe took me back into a time-warp - it was identical to how it was then. Since it was packed with customers stuffing themselves with fish & chips and other delicacies, I did not linger but took the 100 steps past fisherman's seat and into the town.
|Fisherman's Seat Filey - 1950|
I spent time looking around Filey which has changed little since I was last there. The small terraced house where we used to stay sported newish double glazing but the outside toilet in the yard to the side of the house had been demolished. I made my way to the bus which took me back to Scarborough, a quayside supper of fish and chips and my bed for the night in West Street.
The following day, I had a few hours to pass before leaving for home. Since it was a warm sunny morning, I took the bus northwards to Cloughton and joined the Cleveland Way for a pleasant three mile walk back from Cloughton Wyke to Scarborough. At first, the undulating path followed the line of the low cliffs, but this gave way to a broad stretch of grass before descending to the promenade past the derelict open air bathing pool. A steady walk around the gentle curve of North Bay, past the Castle perched on its headland and up to West Street where the car was waiting. I bid farewell to Scarborough and was on my way home.