Hornsea on the east coast of Yorkshire. Going back there felt as if I was walking through part of my inner self. Six miles east of my home village I was often there in my salad days. It is where I found Joy and Pam - my first proper girlfriends and it's where I felt the magnetic pull of modern music in The Floral Hall. I saw Roxy Music there on their inaugural tour and later the tragic songwriting genius who was Tim Hardin:-
If I listen long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true
Knowing, that you lied, straight-faced
While I cried
But still I'd look to find a reason to believe
And when I was the lead singer for a teenage band called Village we also performed in Hornsea.
Years have passed since I was last in Hornsea. It had hardly changed. Still The North Sea trundling up the beach. Still the anglers patiently waiting. Still beach walkers and pebbles and the boulder clay cliffs that suffer erosion each winter - unkind waves gorging on the land. More of that in another post - I bet you cannot wait my friend!
The "Fry Days" fish and chip shop in The Marketplace is now "The Trawlerman" and that is where I enjoyed a wonderful lunch with a china cup and saucer for my tea and a slice of lemon in a stainless squeezer for my battered codfish - expertly prepared and golden brown. To die for.
Clickable pictures from yesterday morning.....
It looks a grand village. A great place to while away a day or so.
ReplyDeleteThe first image is a beauty.
I suspect it is much better in winter than in summer.
If the burghers of Hornsea heard you calling their little town a village Adrian they would push your camper van over the boulder clay clffs. Hornsea is nice at any time of year. It is always peaceful there but can also feel melancholic so it should suit you.
DeleteI have never been. I have or used to have a coffee mug made there. I once went to Bridlington and once was enough.
DeleteBeware! The slagging off of any Yorkshire town is illegal in Yorkshire. You could receive a public flogging.
DeleteI love all the east coast seaside places. It is always worth a trip just for the fish & chips alone. Yorkshire fish & chips are the best I have ever had.
ReplyDeleteWrite "The Trawlerman" in your "Must Do" book Molly. I mean the restaurant in Hornsea and not a certain old fisherman from Hessle Road.
DeleteI will make a note YP. Have you tried Harpers in Brandesburton? It has a restaurant as well and the fish & chips is also to die for. I love the old fashioned way of having a cup of tea and bread and butter with your fish & chips in these little restaurants. Also Stuarts in Driffield - FAB-U-LOUS!!
DeleteOh dear. I am locking horns with a true fish and chips aficionado. I used to know Brands chippie well but as you know I haven't lived in East Yorkshire for many years. If ever in Driffield I shall look out for Stuarts.
DeleteOh! Dear! Does that mean your girlfriends before Joy and Pam were improper, Yorky! Those damn groupies...that's what you get when you're a singer in a rock 'n roll band! :)
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't mind sitting by that seashore right now with a bundle of paper-wrapped fish and chips to munch on and share with the gulls.
The gulls might reward you in their own special way Lee! SPLAT! Eeeek!
DeleteAhhh....gulls and I are good friends. Not one has ever done the dastardly deed upon me. They're usually too busy eating and arguing amongst each other. All that arguing and bustling about causes constipation...I read that somewhere! (Jonathan Livingston Seagull probably old me). :)
DeleteFriends with gulls. Was Randall's last name Dolittle by any chance?
DeleteNo...but we did get married to the music of "Jonathan Livingston Seagull" playing in the background....the music by Neil Diamond.
DeleteThat's interesting Lee. JLS is a book I loved (still love I suppose) but I had no idea that there was music (of a film?). I shall investigate. Thanks.
DeleteOh, my goodness. "If I were a carpenter and you were a lady......" Wow! I have not thought of Mr. Harden for years. What a great talent!! How many times I sang what he wrote in the coffee houses so prevalent in the late 60's, early 70's. He wrote for my voice and timber and emotions. I did well when I sang what he thought of. Poor guy. One of the many victims of Viet Nam, methinks!
ReplyDeleteBy the way, Mr. Pudding. For years I have been meaning to ask you how you plan your walks and adventures. Do you really plan them in advance or do you wake up on a clear morning and tell Mrs. Pudding that you are going to walk in ------- today? Eh?
I am glad that my reference to Tim Hardin rang some little silver bells in your mind Mama Thyme... He is forgotten too much methinks.
DeleteRegarding the walks, sometimes there's a randomness about it. I set off in the car, not really sure where I am going to but mostly - if I am photographing "new" territory I will have planned out the walk on a map - checking public footpaths and weighing out the distance involved in circling back to my car. Mrs Pudding is of course is a nurse and is usually at work during my ambulatory adventures. Thanks for asking. I appreciate your interest in these walks. It adds to my motivation.
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DeleteAaah, nostalgia. It can be so sweet, but is always tinged with a hue of sadness, isn't it.
ReplyDeleteIf we could go back and live in those times again for just one diamond day... If only. I would pay a king's ransom for that.
DeleteLovely photos.
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