Sunday saw a delightful visit from the delectable Sheba. With such things in mind, a gentle walk along the rolling expanse of Scarborough's North Bay was enjoyed. The most curious sight was encountered, however. Ladders. Ladders leading to nowhere. Nothing, except the slight betrayal of a looped fishing rod, and the unmarked scowl of a fisherman sitting on anti-erosion stones. Yes, people were fishing. We enjoyed a well-deserved coffee, where Imran patted Sheba's toasted teacake and Sheba nibbled on Imran's jammy scone. Delicious! A quieter weekend, but one thoroughly enjoyable neve [View Full Entry]

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A relatively early start saw a haircut, a trip to an unhelpful bank, a misplaced mobile telephone unit (epic domesticity Imran?) and a subsequent solo visit to Scarborough castle. Piss poor planning saw my camera lose its charge half way round my exploration, but in hindsight was just as well as the digital audio tour hanging round my neck, was suspended on too long a thread for me to hear as it competed against the headland wind. Not enough hands. Where is Imran? Catching up we headed to Dalby Forest for the afternoon, with ready made picnic, and batteries for camera! [View Full Entry]

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