Strange week this. All the S’s. So Snowy in Scarborough on Thursday that I couldn’t go to work. Another day without pay! However, I did manage to take some pics…
But who’d have thought that the obelisk on the Mount could look like this (above right) one morning and like this (below) only a day or so later?
It’s years since I went to the top of the Mount to see this Scarborough landmark, and I have to confess that I had never actually walked up until this afternoon. Yes, and it actually was Sunny!
For those of you who don’t know, you can park at the Mere and then follow paths and the road up to the top. More famous for the road races than anything (my own brother raced there twice in his hay day), the paths are not very obvious for the bog-standard walker.
On the way up, I walked on more tarmac than I cared to and across two football pitches, climbed over a fence (in my ladylike fashion) and then I had to ask someone the way…although that was only for reassurance..my nose was leading me in the right direction…must have been the Stunning views and the Salty air…
Once there, the views are reminiscent of somewhere quite exotic, like some of the Mediterranean cities (such as Nice), and yet here we are in Yorkshire! And there are even some brave sailors enjoying the sea…
You can see the moors stretching up to the North…
and the castle on that funny little spit of land…
…not to mention my flat which is nicely nestled down there…
Walking back, I managed a route down through fantastic woodland…
…emerging at the far end of the Mere (rather boggy and brambly)… 
but very beautiful. Metaphor for life, innit.