Tuesday 16 September - Bridlington

The original York station signal box has been turned into a coffee shop

We came to Bridlington by train changing at Seamer which has an island platform in the middle of nowhere. There was a flock of wagtails in the high hedges eating the large numbers of red berries. Some of them were performing acrobatic feats to get at the berries.

Station concourse

Bridlington station ticket window.

The station concourse

Bridlington station was quite a surprise. The booking hall area is covered in and contains a riot of flowers. The actual booking office is a well preserved old style one with metal separators topped by wooden shelves.

Bridlington has seen better days. It bills itself as an old time experience and possibly nothing has been altered in many years except prices. There are many vacant store fronts and most places could do with a good clean. A sign of the seaside resort is the number of large conveniently situated public conveniences.
Rags provided a good lunch, dressed Bridlington crab then steak pie/seafood plate.

The restaurant also provided a passable Wold Top Anglers Reward pale ale.

View of the harbour from close to the Rags restaurant.  The restaurant windows were in need of a good clean.

The sandpipers were very busy searching the weeds in the pots for food.

There was a fair bit of activity around the harbour with many seagulls, but also sandpipers and ducks. We had a soft ice cream and made our way through the amusement arcades and fairground rides towards the north beach. The sand is quite good but you have to go some way to get to the posher part with nice flower beds and a lack of stalls selling fast food. 

As at Whitby and Scarborough a pirate boat was giving rides

Anything to get people to part with their money

There seemed to be a lot of people with mobility chairs. Many women had coloured their hair occasionally at random. Is this a local fad or some charity stunt?
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We caught the train back via Seamer but went through to Scarborough which is a more pleasant place to transfer. It was possible to see a little more than when we came in. The fog had turned into mist and the visibility had improved so that we could see all along the white chalk cliffs to the north.