Tag Archive | scarborough
Well just a nightcap then, just the one…
Wallis’s Holiday Camp, Cayton Bay nr Scarborough was the accepted replacement phrase for the word “Holiday” when I was very young, mainly due to the fact that it was the only place that we ever went to when I was very young, for the first ten years of my life I thought that it was [...]
They tried their best to get rid of me
See that big group of kids ? Thats outside The Rendevous Club that is, Cayton Bay nr Scarborough on Yorkshires bracing coast, our holiday choice for the first ten years of my life, the place where we kids first realised that you couldn’t plug a microphone into an amplifier without our dad insisting on getting [...]
The Matriarchs
See those two old ladies ? They’re on holiday, Cayton Bay nr Scarborough on the bracing Yorkshire coast, its the first week in August. How do I know all of this ? Its my Great-Aunt Beattie and my Grandma thats why, time has erased the reason why they were on holiday with us, I certainly [...]
Wallis’s Cayton Bay…
Theres an excellent web site dedicated to the memory of Wallis’s Cayton Bay holiday camp right here http://www.cayton-bay.info/ I could spend, nay I have spent, hours browsing those folders of old photographs and postcards looking for images of myself for we spent so long at that bloody place that I must surely by now be on [...]
A trip to Brid
We had two posh aunties, they were my fathers older sisters, several years older than him in fact, and while he never had a single air or grace about him, they both did, then again in the photos that I have of their mother and father its the same, the mother (my grandmother) looks rather [...]
Pirate Radio – in Scarborough ?
We sat watching a historical documentary the other night, a historical documentary about Britain in “The Swinging Sixties”, bloody cheek, my childhood is part of documentary history now. My children of course took the piss all the way through the programme and I found myself defending those strange flower-clad hippy creatures on screen, the way [...]
A fifty one year old dream fulfilled
No, the fifty one year old dream wasn’t to visit Scarborough on a day when it didn’t rain, although that was also fulfilled. The dream was to visit the Harbour Bar and eat the banned object of my childhood dreams, banned every year by my father as being “too bloody expensive” – a knickerbocker glory.
Scarborough bound…
I have several days holiday booked for this week, whether I get to take them all or not remains to be seen, as anyone else who runs a family business will understand there is always the temptation to “just pop into the office for five minutes” which then becomes a day and at the end [...]
It was all we ever knew…
I didn’t leave Yorkshire until I was a teenager, never had the need to you see, we have everything we need right here, right here in what we often call “Gods County”, it being the idea that an omnipresent being who forces people to sing songs that praise him every Sunday (here’s me thinking vanity [...]
