A Quiet Day in Scarborough

Scarborough: Coastal Charm, Lighthouse Lunch, and a Date with a New Horizon!

Our morning in Scarborough dawned with the familiar rhythm of Tracey taking Pepper for her first walk of the day. Tracey was up early, and the town was still cloaked in a peaceful quiet. The amusement arcades and the small funfair beside the marina were shuttered, and the bar on the marina wall hadn't yet roused itself to blare out music. It was wonderfully serene.

Instead of heading into the South Bay, Tracey decided to explore the right side of the cliff, curious to see what lay beyond. As she and Pepper walked up the gentle incline, the views unfurled before them, nothing short of spectacular. They could clearly see the entrance to North Bay and the dramatic headland jutting out into the sea. The usual morning joggers and cyclists were out in full force – not Pepper's favourite, as she issued a series of barks and growls at all of them as they went past. A photographer stood patiently at the cliff edge, camera poised, waiting to capture that perfect moment as the Kittiwakes swooped and soared, returning to their high perches. Along the sea wall, information plaques were evenly spaced, offering intriguing snippets of Scarborough's history alongside details of the marine life thriving along this coastline. The walk, though breezy, allowed the sun to begin its brave attempt to break through, casting a pretty canvas for capturing some photos of the stunning scenery.

Back on the boat, we decided that we would head to the Sailing Club for Sunday lunch. This charming club is housed within the very lighthouse building at the end of the pier. It was blustery and raining as we walked up but we can imagine the views on a clear day would be spectacular. The club members were incredibly welcoming and the food was outstanding – amazing value for money, too! Many of the members made a delightful fuss of Pepper, and the chef even saved her some leftover meat for her dinner. Their accommodating and hospitable nature was truly appreciated.

After our delicious lunch, we opted for a walk up the steep but rewarding hill to the castle walls. It was too late in the day to go inside the castle itself, but the climb was manageable, and once again, the views from both sides of the hill did not disappoint. To the north, we could clearly see our planned route out for tomorrow's journey, and to the south, the entire coastline stretched back to Flamborough Head, revealing where we had come from. The landscape had transformed from the flat expanses we felt we'd been seeing for so long, now giving way to undulating green rolling hills. We were genuinely looking forward to venturing further up this changing coast. Nick, ever the connoisseur of seaside treats, popped into the small town to pick up some hot donuts – an absolute favourite for us when visiting the seaside!

Later, the commodore of the club, whose speedboat was berthed next to us, returned from his day out, having given pleasure rides to tourists eager to see the coastline. We seized the opportunity to question him about our plan to move to Whitby the next day, asking for any tips or insights. He generously provided a wealth of useful advice, which either solidified what we had already painstakingly researched or added crucial new details to our passage plan. With a 5 am alarm set, we treated ourselves to a much-needed early night. The timing for our departure from Scarborough was critical: enough water in the harbour to leave comfortably, but also arriving in Whitby at high water to navigate the swing bridge into the marina – another new experience to anticipate.

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