Friday, 18 May 2012

Response 1: A breezy day in Scarborough

I remember the day as if it was yesterday.  It was a windy day in June. My mother said we are going on a day trip.  We boarded the train in Manchester heading for Scarborough. My mother had very little money when I was growing up, but what she did have she spent on me.  Arriving in Scarborough at 10.30am, we went along the pier and around the lighthouse. Mum bought me candyfloss. The delicious pink, sugary, sticky stuff blew into my face and we laughed so hard I thought I was going to wee. It was one of the best days of my life, filled with laughter and love.

My son and I are going to Scarborough today.  It will be bittersweet, but after 93 years I know that mum would have loved her final resting place to be in the place she loved the most.  Windy, wonderful Scarborough.

1 comment:

  1. An emotional story filled with reflection and nostalgia. Keeps to the brief perfectly.