Scarborough Saturday

Saturday began with a hearty breakfast and the decision to head up to the castle.
All wrap up we walked off into the sunshine.

After heading up a street that turned out to be steeper than the north face of Everest, we arrived at the castle out of breath and slightly red faced.

Realising that we would have to pay the price of several Dirty Martinis  to get in. We headed back down to sea level and made our way up North Marine Road.

We were expecting to poke our noses through the gates at the cricket ground  but no! The tea room was open and into the ground we went.
After a coffee and a bite to eat we had a gentle wander around the ground and then sat in the pavilion just letting the sunshine and peace and quiet wash over us.


Eventually (an hour and a half later) we headed back towards the hotel. Via the Art Gallery  where we purchased some prints and the artist very kindly signed them

Back to our hotel we found a blue plaque  saying that in the hotel, Charles Laughton  the actor was born. It seems his parents had owned it.
This explains why the rooms all have actors names.
We are in the 'Rita Hayworth' although we pass the 'Laurel and Hardy ' room and thank our lucky stars!!!

We rounded off our day with 3 pints of old speckled hen and wandering down to the local Greek family restaurant.
George Michaels! It was called.
It was brilliant that I could just order from the menu without any fuss.
Great food and the Metaxa was just what we needed before heading back to the hotel.

In bed by 9.30pm!
Yes really.
There was a disco going on downstairs  but these party girls know their limits.
 And now we are preparing to head off for brekkie.

It's been a great weekend.