With all the mischief here over the past few weeks, I never got a chance to post any photos from my day-trip to Scarborough, with Eve. I think it's the first time I've been to Scarbados, when the sun was shining, since Eve was a young 'un!

The place never changes much, and when the sun is out, it's easy to imagine you are back in the 1960's, with sea, sand, buckets and spades, crab-lines, fishing-nets, speed-boat rides, doughnuts, candy-floss, seagulls, and amusement arcades!
There's a steep hill going down, from the town, to the sea-front, and there were once several of these small funicular railways in operation. We'll save that experience for when we come back up, and walk down one of the sloping streets, which really hasn't changed much since my childhood.
In those days, no boy went to the seaside without bringing home a penknife, of some kind, and there were plenty of shops that sold them. I was just looking in this shop window, when a chap came out, and struck up a conversation about how the love of knives never leaves you!

He turned out to be a local knife maker