Scarborough.
Cabins in bright rainbow colours, weathered icons of the british seaside.
A proud light house standing tall. Its weathervane made me smile.
Flags fluttering excitedly in the crisp winds.
The sea! Oh how I have yearned to be near it.
The most elegant bridge watching over the lapping waves.
Intriguing alleys, inviting to explore.
A pilgrimage point. My heroine Anne Bronte rests here.
1 comment:
beautiful shots ... i could stand and gaze at that seascape forever! (and then flop back into that comfy looking bed of yours!)
xo Lis
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