|Our charming hotel, The Wharncliffe.|
I booked a hotel just a few paces away from the place where I stayed with friends last time, with views over the beach to the north. It all still feels very Victorian spa town, oddly modern, perhaps because of the remnants of the medieval castle and Roman lighthouse, which was demolished in the mid-17th century, during the Civil War.
Anne Brontë, who wrote "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall" died here, come for the fresh, healing air but too far gone with tuberculosis.
|A bird has marked out the entrance for us... As you can see, it´s a large parklike area to wander about in.|
|The view to the north.|
|A field orchide of some sort.|
|Scarborough harbour and south side. The Grand Hotel to the right, on the beach.|
|I didn´t realize George Fox, the founder of The Religious Society of Friends (the Quakers), had been imprisoned here in the 17th century. I am very sympathetic towards them and have attended one of their retreats a few years ago.|
|The Master Gunner´s house, where you also find the tearoom. When we passed the kitchen window we overheard a girl´s voice: "... multitasking! I´m the amazing Rachel! And modest, too!" We laughed so hard!|
|A class of schoolchildren being lectured on Anne Brontë and how people used to die from coughs. Some clearly wanted to be elsewhere...|