Where do you start with a visit like this? Mr Kiwi was tripping (literally) along memory lane, I had been hankering for the soft sound of the ocean lapping on sandy shores and we were on our way to celebrating to one of the loveliest weddings we have had the pleasure to enjoy.
Dashing up on the train one evening, we arrived just as the sun was setting on the magnificent North Bay, our home for the long weekend. The seagulls were crying, the clouds were as pink as Rhubarb* and the waves far below us were lapping at the shore. The ‘borough is a curious mix of seaside, Yorkshire tidbits and a plethora of kids armed with buckets & spades.
This isn’t an actual guide really, just a collection of moments we enjoyed on our long weekend.
1. Visit Scarborough Castle – I quote “the best castle in the country with only one wall”
2. Walk past Scarborough fair grounds whilst singing the classic folk song ‘Are You Going To Scarborough Fair’ like a nutter into Snapchat to amuse your mates
3. Promenade along the coast, pirate-style for extra cool points
4. Taste test their Fish and Chips (a little compare and contrast never hurt anyone)
4. Accidentally break into a hotel (wandering into a hotel bar on the seafront we ordered our drinks and started chatting with the bartender only for him realise in horror we werent staying with them, which was against their serving license. Oops… Toto we weren’t in London any more!)
5. Cry shiver me timbers! into the seven seas (or perhaps go out with our WW2 ship people – we rocked up, paid our few quid and were treated to an hour cruising around the bays)
6. Pub Crawl – there is a street that begins uphill and you can simply meander downhill from pub to pub
7. Almost miss a wedding because you find a cute, friendly kitten
9. Go to Whitby for a day trip (or be like us and run out of time…)
10. Forget to do most of the classic tourist things because you are a bad visitor (refer to number 9) but definitely try to relive on3 of the best summers in your husbands childhood and doorstep these strangers’ stoop to recreate a decades old photo.
Scarborough was right cute for an unusual long weekend – we wandered, we nibbled, we sung folk songs, we witnessed two brilliant people exchange vows in front of their extended families, tried to photobomb as many pics as possible and laughed as the bride smashed into a pinata with a baseball bat to the delight (and amusement) of the British onlookers.
(*That’s an obscure reference to Yorkshire Forced Rhubarb, officially as recognised by the European Commission’s Protected Food Name scheme alongside Champagne, Silton Cheese & Parma Ham. Oh yeah. “Local farmers developed secret methods to produce the tender and sweet version of rhubarb that has won a global fan base. It is thought the closely-guarded techniques involve an upturned bucket.”)