The moment my eyes fall upon the
south bay at Scarborough I feel like I’ve just swallowed a spoonful of vanilla
ice cream drenched in melted chocolate. Looking down on it I can feel it beckoning
me down and when I’m down on the sand itself I can feel the curve of bay being
like a giant arm around me.
I get excited about seeing that bay while driving
up to Scarborough but the thrill ramps up a little once I pass the Morrisons
store on the outskirts of the town. No matter which hotel I’ve booked myself
into I firstly drive to the Esplanade Road at the end of Prince Of Wales
Terrace, park up and absorb the panorama.
Here is a painting of a photo I took. I wondered
how I was going to squeeze all those roofs onto a canvas as wide as the
keyboard I’m typing these words on. I suppose sometimes you just have to jump
in and not think about it.