Are you going to Scarborough Fayre???
We may not have been going to a Fayre, but we were on our way to Scarborough.
We were quite pleased to leave Leicester behind. It was a little too large and hectic for our liking.
Our first stop along the way to Scarborough was Stamford Bridge. This was the site of a battle (surprise!) against the Viking invaders in 1066. The English soldiers beat the Vikings here and then headed south to wage another battle at Battle (Battle of Hastings - See also a blog about Battle).
It's hard to imagine this tranquil scene (below) was once the site of a battle, but apparently one Viking fought off heaps of English soldiers on this bridge before they finally won and carried on down south!
Stamford Bridge was a charming little village with a park chock full of ducks and geese (and corresponding amount of poo) and a mill house that actually still has the water running under it (below)
We hadn't planned on stopping anywhere else, but came across this amazing memorial (below) and as there was somewhere convenient to stop we did. It turns out to be the most elaborate war memorial I have ever laid eyes on! It's a memorial to all the men and women throughout the ages that have lost their lives at war. When I say throughout the ages, I mean - ages and ages and ages.............
After that very brief stop we kept on to Scarborough. Scarborough - so we found out after we arrived is England's oldest seaside resort. It is absolutely jam packed with Edwardian and Victorian terrace houses (most of which are now B&B's and Hotels). I imagine it would have been very grand in it's day, it had a 'spa' and a couple of very impressive and large hotels. It still attracts lots of visitors now - waaaay too many!!
There are two beaches - North Sands (pictured below) and South Sands (where the 'spa' is - a trip for tomorrow). They are separated by a very high cliff faced headland that just happens to have a castle on top (as you do!).
At North Sands they have donkey rides - lots of seaside resorts here do. We were too late for a donkey ride, but I will have one at Blackpool when we get to Lancashire.We put our feet into the sea here. It's the North Sea - it's a tradition for us to put our feet in the ocean where ever we go. The smile you think you see in this photos is actually a grimace of pain. By the time I took Ray's photo and I waded over to him (6 feet tops) to give him the camera to take mine, I was actually in pain from having my feet in such freezing water. And people had their kids (and dogs) swimming in there - I had a good mind to call the RSPCA!!
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