We went looking for the fair,  but nada. No dice. We did find a lovely miniature railway, SeaLife sanctuary, beach, ice cream, pasta (GF, woohoo!) and very hilly hills. I'm not sure what I was expecting from Scarborough but I was charmed and enchanted by the seaside glamour of the place. Yes, there was a bit of tack but nothing to send the tack o meter sky high.

We thought the beach was very quiet until we realised we were at the quiet end and when we travelled round the bay we came across the 'other' beach where there wasn't room to swing a bucket and spade.

In fact Grier didn't go near the sea she just lay face down in a sandy puddle and was happy as a pig in mud. Blissful.

Runaway hat.

Runaway boy.