Scarborough – in February! Not perhaps an immediately attractive prospect; but what a day it turned out to be. It was a Sunday and the weather forecast was good, so we decided to take the day off and head out. There’s an excellent “Park and Ride” and the bus dropped us off close to the seafront and within sight of a coffee shop, so that was a good beginning. The weather was beautiful – a perfect summer’s day had there been another 10 or 15 degrees on the thermometer – clear blue sky, very little breeze and the remnants of a rough sea dumping a suitable amount of surf on the beach.
The beach was crowded! There were people walking, dogs walking, wet-suits surfing and canoeing, families picnicking and playing beach cricket, and the “prom” crowded with people promenading both on the pavements and in their cars Wonderful – and very, very photogenic. Indeed it was scarcely possible to go wrong with the cameras, and between us Kay and I came away with hundreds of images, some of which turned out to be quite good!
I retain a love for and fascination with the sea and shipping of all sorts, large and small. It’s a somewhat frustrated love affair though, fed largely by thoughts of the “what if?” variety. It was inevitable then that our wanderings along the front at Scarborough took us to the harbour and the fish quay. There are of course many leisure craft in the harbour, and many of them are very fine. Most interesting though are the fishing boats, not only because the lines of working boats have a functional beauty of their own, but also because they represent a world of sea based endeavour and sheer hard, dangerous work that barely reflects in the price we paid for haddock and chips in a certain well known fish restaurant.
There were a lot of fishing boats tied up in the harbour. I have to confess that it was only really when I began working on the images at home that I was struck by the thought that so much fishing technology was either tied tight to the mooring bollards, or stacked neatly on the surrounding concrete. I don’t honestly know for sure whether this was because it was Sunday afternoon, or representative of an industry corralled by fishing quotas and European legislation. I hope it was the former, but rather suspect that it might have been the latter.
So some images – mostly in monochrome – that seem to me to be a visual echo of my somewhat incoherent thoughts at the end of what was a superb day out, but with a slightly melancholy aftertaste.