So, Millys inaurgural voyage, starts off and yesterday we visited Scarborough, leaving her in the campsite and taking the bus in. Steve checked out the bus timetable which gave 3 options, Mon to Fri, Sat, or Sunday’s and public holidays. Well, with it being good Friday we sort of assumed that that one whould apply. The bus was supposed to get there about 10.45, we got there at 10.40 and waited, patiently like you do, by 11 no bus had arrived, so Steve wanted to quit and cycle the 7 miles into Scarborough, even on an electric bike I wasn’t too keen. Then a man arrived with a bag full of shopping, and when questioned about the likely timetable, he denied all knowledge about it being good Friday, even though he clearly had an Easter egg in his shopping bag, and reckoned it was a normal service. Steve had tried phoning the bus company’s office but no service because it was a public holiday. Then the bus arrived at 11.15, and when queioned the driver said that because it was Friday it was a Saturday service, i suppose obvious really.
We walked along the marine drive from the north to the south shore, explored the restored market hall and craft centre, and generally had a good day. I photographed the fishing boats, and painted wall murals, but that was about all.
Scarborough fair
We walked along the marine drive from the north to the south shore, explored the restored market hall and craft centre, and generally had a good day. I photographed the fishing boats, and painted wall murals, but that was about all.