Seaside Towns Out of Season Day Twelve: Travels with My Aunt

When I sorted out my original itinerary, way back in the depths of winter, Brighton was my final stop. So yesterday afternoon, as I left the Brighton seafront and set off for Worthing and my aunt’s house, I mentally packed away my cameras and prepared to unwind.  Little did I know what Sandra had planned for me.

Dave’s 50 Year Old Painting
Sandra’s House

As an artist, herself, my aunt is involved in several local creative groups. It just so happened that the monthly Artists’ Breakfast was to take place the following day, so we were up and out this morning as the seagulls screeched and whirled above us.


Held in a local cafe, the Artists’ Breakfast consisted of a diverse group of interesting lively, colourful individuals.  I immediately felt at home.  For a couple of hours we drunk coffee and swapped stories, business cards and websites.  When we left I felt I’d made several new friends, and having distributed the road trip postcards for them to return meant I would hopefully hear from them again.

The sun was shining and the cold wind had dropped. It was the perfect Spring day to stroll by the sea and walk the length of the pier, and no visit would be complete without a picture or two. The cameras had been taken out of hibernation and were once more slung around my neck. I was ready for action.


With only an hour or so before I planned to leave we wandered into the tiny shops, tucked in the arches. They were like Aladdin’s caves, crammed full of handmade goods.  We chatted with one owner who made the most fantastic light fittings, then moved next door to a lovely man who sewed scarves and hats and all manner of fabulous outfits out of recycled materials.  He told us he’d been making clothes since he was seven. I left them both with postcards, and we headed back for lunch.

Light Art by Jessica Gill
Light Art by Jessica Gill
Sandra’s New Scarf
The Vintage Emporium

As I packed up the car and hugged Sandra I thought how lovely it was that I’d been able to make this trip, and spend some time with a fabulous aunt I’d not seen for a few years.  We’d chatted and laughed and cried and hugged and agreed we’d had the most fantastic few hours.

I started the car and thought about a conversation I’d had with Sandra fifty years ago.  Undecided about teacher training or art college I’d asked her advice.  She’d been to Leicester College of Art a few years previously.

‘Go there,’ she advised, you’ll love it.’

I went, I loved it – and I met the future husband.  The rest, as they say, is history.

Seaside Towns Out of Season Day Twelve: Travels with My Aunt

Seaside Towns Out of Season, Day Six: A Sneaky Peek

Looking through the images I’ve taken so far, I’ve picked a few as a sneaky peek into my road trip, part one.  I had already realised that one of the lenses I’d picked up was a broken one and not the new one I’d intended to take, so some images were immediately rendered unusable.  Oh well, life and photography are both big learning curves.

The best images I’m saving for the book and exhibition.

First stop, Whitley Bay and Tynemouth.  I loved these two kids who were rushing to look over the the sea wall as the waves splashed up.  This was a couple of days after Storm Doris and the sea was pretty wild.  I watched them for a while and took a few pictures, before calling them over to give them some postcards to send back to me, and to ask if I could take a couple of close ups.  They were laughing because I’d called them over by shouting, “Girls!” and it turned out one was a boy with beautiful long, curly hair.

Pure joy in such a simple activity.

Getting Wet
Waiting for the Next Wave
Simple Pleasures


After the Waves

I think the images below were actually taken in Tynemouth, not Whitley Bay.  There was a lovely atmosphere here on a Saturday afternoon, with children playing, dogs frolicking and couples strolling arm in arm as the sun went down.


Marvin having fun
All the wrong settings but liked the image
Surfers Masquerading as Sharks
Or is it Sharks Masquerading as Surfers?
A Last Snap

Sadly, like most other towns, Tynemouth and Whitley Bay had their share of run down buildings. On the plus side, these can be a special treat for a photographer.

The Toy Museum that looked as though it was itself a museum piece
Bingo on a Saturday Afternoon
Getting a Telling Off for Shooting the Building

On to Whitby, which was picturesque and quaint, but full of tourists and a nightmare to park.

Seagulls Rule in Whitby
The Lookout
A Young Singer, Braving the Wind
Out on the Jetty
My ‘hand today’ was holding an ice cream, not the ‘future of tomorrow’
Fish and Chips in a Shelter, Whitby Abbey in the Background
The skies were moody
Lunch break for the Waitress

Finally, Scarborough, where Emma and Rich, two local photographers, were kind enough to meet me and show me around.  I loved the mix of Grand buildings, seascapes and art in back alleys.

The Grand Hotel
Stone and Wrought Iron
Dusk and the Hotel Lights Go On
A Visual Treat Down a Back Alley
More Art
Dramatic Skies as the sun goes down in Scarborough Harbour
Lots of Little Seafood Stalls Along the Harbour

Onto Part Two of my adventure tomorrow – Camera batteries charged, the good lens packed, SDHC cards emptied and ready for more memories…..

Seaside Towns Out of Season, Day Six: A Sneaky Peek