genialgemsandothergabblings

In a corner of the little back bedroom that I used as my room, at my Grandmother's house at Wigan stood a solid white painted bookcase which was home to her very small collection of books. She said that Grandad Hill had made it long ago after the war when furniture was hard to come by. It's nothing special to look at but it is so well made it will outlast me  I'm sure! When she died  I gave it a home here in the summerhouse but when we were in Scarborough not long ago I saw one in a lovely craft shop being used to display some beautiful things and it got me thinking that I could put mine to much better use. So now all the lovely bits and pieces that I buy on my travels and all my craft and sewing and knitting books have a lovely new home up on our landing. It makes me think of that lovely shop whenever I see it! I think maybe I am a frustrated craft shop owner. I can feel a change in the weather, a distinct coolness, a first sign of  autumn and Paul, the gardener, said

I love Scarborough with the wide sweeping bay, the castle set high on the cliff top looking down over the town,the little streets with interesting shops and the lights at night that give it such a lovely holiday atmosphere. We spent a lovely weekend break at the Grand Hotel , which although not as it was in its glorious heyday at the end of the 1800's, is still a nice place to stay and soak up a little bit of that late Victorian  style. Sun rise over the harbour The Sun coming up over Scarborough harbour Here Lies Ann Bronte The Grand Hotel Reception hall Anne Bronte's  grave is on the hillside up nr the castle, she died here in a boarding house which was sited where the Grand Hotel now sits. She loved Scarborough , especially walking along the sands.  I can see why she would ,after the gloom and drabness of her home town of Haworth it must have seemed like paradise to her.