There’s nothing I love more than visiting a new English seaside resort and we seem to have notched up quite a few this summer, sigh.  So in the first of a series of photo diaries I give you Scarborough on Yorkshire’s East Coast. It’s a fabulous town, full of beautiful Victorian architecture, both decaying splendor and starkly cared for beauty, there is an authentic British beach that feels like the shore that time forgot, all kiss me quick and bus mans holidays with a particular charm of its own:

There’s nothing I love more than visiting a new English seaside resort and we seem to have notched up quite a few this summer, sigh.  So in the first of a series of photo diaries I give you Scarborough on Yorkshire’s East Coast. It’s a fabulous town, full of beautiful Victorian architecture, both decaying splendor and starkly cared for beauty, there is an authentic British beach that feels like the shore that time forgot, all kiss me quick and bus mans holidays with a particular charm of its own. Unfortunately my phone ran out of battery on this part but here is what I did capture (excuse the slightly over zealous use of Instagram filters):

The fully operational Bandstand attached to Scarborough Spa.

Scarborough Spa, the first Seaside Spa town in the UK.

A local tailor's shop.

A Victorian mansion block with a distinct Fortnum & Mason sugar coated
                        Regency flavour.

A solitary piece of Art Deco amongst the architectural chintz.

 Arabesque Pub (an homage to the Turkish blood in my husbands line).

Beautiful parade of four storey period houses that Dan's family are 
the lucky occupiers of.

 The Grand Hotel after its halcyon days have long since disappeared.

Scarborough Spa from the walk down the Esplanade.

                                    The Tram.

North Side Pleasure Beach.

Bandstand and deckchairs.