Last weekend we stayed in Scarborough to celebrate my better half’s 60th birthday. I cannot believe he has reached that number it does not seem real and worse still I won’t be far behind! We went with both daughters and their partners and stayed at the Shorehouse Luxury B&B on the South Shore.
We spent many years in Scarborough when our girls were little – so it was a bit of a trip down memory lane for us. We used to stay in a little self catering flat belonging to a friend but wanted the luxury of having everything done for us this time and I can certainly recommend this tiny boutique style Bed and Breakfast – our host Zoe could not have done any more for us to make our stay a relaxing and pleasant experience. On the Saturday night we arrived back from the Theatre to find the cake we had brought, together with cake knife, plates and champagne glasses waiting in our room and a box of chocolates from Zoe as a birthday gift.
Early on the Saturday morning after a mammoth breakfast provided by Zoe we all walked across the Valley Bridge and into town winding our way down one of the narrow streets to the South Bay to catch the open top tour bus round to the North Bay for a walk around Peasholme Park and a look at the renovated outdoor theatre. Sadly I think I personally preferred the old style one with the banks of grassy seats and the more theatrical feel of the stage across the lake.
After stopping for a hot chocolate we caught the bus back into town browsed a few shops then had the most wonderful lunch at Taylors Bookshop Cafe. We had a Ploughmans with 3 different cheeses and celery sticks, coleslaw and homemade chutney and freshly baked rolls. After lunch we went back down to the Harbour for a wander along the pier and after doing all the usual seaside things including a quick gamble in the Amusement Arcade we walked up to the castle on the hill above the bay, stopping on the way to look at the grave of Anne Bronte in St Mary’s churchyard. Anne died here in 1849 aged 29 of TB and she now boasts a new headstone correcting the mistake on the original one after 164 years!
Tired and hungry we then headed back down to the harbour, (thank goodness it was all downhill at this point) and dived into one of the local cafes for fish and chips, bread and butter and a large pot of steaming hot tea before dragging ourselves back up the hill again for the last time to the Stephen Joseph Theatre in the round to see Time of My Life by Alan Ayckbourn. It was a very pleasant way to end the day.
We all had a great time and must remember to treat ourselves again soon and not wait until a major birthday.