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Day at leisure… aka Scarborough day. Usual morning routine, wake early, grumble about breakfast time and then ablute. Brew, breakfast and we plan the day ahead. At least the day is sunny!
So we wander down the hill and cross the bridge with me snapping away with the cameras (much discussion with C as to why I need two cameras with me!) We inspect the Grand Hotel from the outside, a classic piece of overblown Victorian architecture! BY it though we discover whet Brian our driver described as a ‘Vernacular Railway’ (cheap amusement to us), which describes itself as a Victorian Tramway (apparently completed in 1881 I discover via the wonders of Wikipedia). It’s a charming funicular railway so we hop on board to get down to the beach.
While the day is sunny it’s also breezy so we get blown along the front and beech! It’s a pleasant and gentle walk that we just take our time with. Eventually we stop at Richard III house for a brew. Turns out old Dicky stopped here while on naval business. Well everybody loves a sailor and all that malarkey! Coffee is welcome and the service is fab at the cafe. Recommend it.
Wander down the front and it’s time for the compulsory visit to the puggies. £1 each in 2ps to lose on the tipping point machines, I reach that moment when you are just hoping to lose because there are too many 2p coins in your pot and you don’t want to lug them around for the day! Luckily the odds are with the arcade and my gambling is fully unsuccesful!
As we wander along we encounter a kitsch 50s style ice cream parlour offering low sugar ice cream Mr Whippy stylee. We stop them and buy one each, it’s a freezing day and we eat ice cream! Eventually arrive at the vernacular and up we go and into town. Wander round the shops, C getting stressed about food and we eventually locate a Weatherspoons. As I sort the food C hits the paracetamol and gets into discussion comparing the meds, relative illnesses and hidden disabilities with the old girl with the purple hair sat next to us. It’s a cool convo. Lunch is standard ‘spoons fare, and neither bad nor good! Scarborough Stout and Jorvik taken on board.
Carry on wandering the shops ‘til about 3. It’s not exactly a dynamic shopping experience. Then repair to the hotel and chill. Partake of the free booze and eat. General concensus is a good day because we were in control.
Wake in the dungeon…. but the bed is comfy. As per usual we wake early and then have the hang around until 9.00 when we are due to have breakfast. It’s a bit of a pain in the backside that suits neither C or me. Ablute and make a brew. Read.
Today’s trip is a day in Whitby via Pickering and Goathland. We leave at 10.00. Again not ideal for us, we like to get on with things.
Breakfast, well a choice of cereals, toast (little choice one slice of white, one brown, thin bread) and a full English. Was OK, the guy serving us is friendly and good. Coffee is like gnats piss.
All aboard the skylark and Brian the driver drags us to Pickering, via Thornton-le-Dale, wave at the Bangers and Cash garage as we go (not as big as it seems on the TV!). All we get to see is the inside of a cafe because we have a a 25 minute stop. Then a drive over the moors to Goathland, apparently they filmed Heartbeat and a scene in one of the Harry Potter movies. My response is meh! Not helped by the fact that there is no room in the carpark for the bus so I just see it out of a window. FFS!
Then off to the main event… Whitby.
Wake, ablute and brekky, leave the houseo for trip to Scarborough. At the bus stop by 8.30. Grayway feeder arrives 15 minutes early which suits us. Off to Burtonwood services, changeover is smooth and plenty of time for a coffee.
Journey and a 30 minute break at services followed by an hour at the next services and lunch. As predicted am on a trip with a bunch of senile delinquents and mogadon swallowing Burnley firm intent on finding the match on Sky somewhere. Travel is boring, bus not exactly comfy and we end up devouring as a result of a car accident.
The Cumberland Hotel in Scarborough is a touch rough round the edges, staff are welcoming but almost as geriatric as the party we’re in. Comp drink in the bar though is welcome.
Food is not great, it’s catering for the audience not much crunch. Fish cake sans fish but tasty enough. Roast ham and chips is in fact sliced ham and chips. Cheese and biscuits were good but lack poof knife makes buttering the biscuits difficult.
Bed early in the dungeon.
Happy Easter! A day of tech support with Cal setting up Sharon’s new PC, getting camera shit together to go away. Setting things to charge.
But first a walk to the building society and then breakfast at the Tom and Gerry. Was good and filling.
Afternoon plans are a bit of gardening and that sort of shit!
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An early start and it’s into Wigan in search of today’s photo. Return to the big giant head!
Arrived a t’mill and was first in, sorted my shit and chilled. Not a great day tbh, 1-2-1 with Jess pm. It was ok.
Home to tea and Carry On movies. Could be worse. Now off till Sunday next week and can chill for a bit.
Still feeling a bit down.
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Been a bit of a bizarre day tbh. Up and out early, off to Wigan to capture some images. Still playing catch up with this place. New Long Ryder’s album on the way in. Vaguely thought a coffee might be welcome but cancelled out on the idea, got into work to no chair, Liam next to me had used it, grabbed it back, no headphones, he’d had those too I later dicovered. Have been allocated a locker which is useful because I’ll stash my stuff when we go away to keep thieving mitts off!
Home and a nip to the shop and then a quick meatballs and beetroot pasta produced. Was ok. Pasta was a bit watery.
Still suffering from anxiety and not feeling great. Think it’s change and getting used to things.
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Laundrette on the day off, usual change collection route, cash machine, newsagents, chicken shop and coffee at the Tom and Gerry. Bob back to the house to fetch the laundry and it’s away I go. Soundtracks to Ride’s ‘4 EPs’. Read ‘Keep Music Evil’ as I do the laundry. Follow up with ‘Methodrone’ from The Brian Jonestown Massacre.
C meets me at laundrette and we repair unto the Gerry for a swift drink. Flip flop about eating there and decide against. Instead sourdough rye and turkey bacon sarnies at home. Surprisingly tasty!
Next on the agenda a trip to the Turkish Barbers in anticipation of the holiday which begins on Monday next week.
P60 arrives, am feeling really down right now, combo of anxiety and depression not helped by dwelling on a whole heap of shit! It’s not a great place to be! Still onwards and upwards and all that bollocks.
C continues to prepare for our jaunt to Scarborough.
Finally getting this place into some semblance of order and beginning to catch up with the photoaday.
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