Specifically we're going to Scarborough. And, yes, that is the place Paul Simon sings about. Scarborough Fair was a fish market that drew fishermen and traders from both sides of the North Sea. It has a Norman castle and the theatre where Alan Ayckbourn premieres all his plays; Charles Laughton was born there and Anne Bronte is buried in the churchyard. It's one of those places. Martin Carthy- the guy who taught the song to Simon- lives at Robin Hood's Bay a few miles to the north. And a few miles to the north of Robin Hood's Bay is Whitby- where the Demeter came to ground. Inland lie the Yorkshire Wolds- David Hockney's landscape of choice.
We're booked into the St Nicholas- the High Victorian hotel that dominates the town from its crag. We've stayed there before- about ten years ago.. Back then it was in private hands; now it's a Travel Lodge. I'm looking forward to processing up and down its grand staircase again.
I won't be posting here for a few days. All being well I'll be back on Wednesday.