Scarborough
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osprey_archerScarborough was delightful. The sun spent most of the day playing peek-a-boo with the clouds, but every once in a while it broke through and speckled shimmers on the sea, and was lovely.
It was a full day, and good all around; but my favorite thing by far was Scarborough Castle, a ruin on a cliff that's just begging for a Gothick novel. I started out in the little museum they have, of archeological finds on the castle site, and went out to climb the keep, and then to climb the half-fallen tower that overlooks the sea and the town.
The sea is too big for me, but looking at the land I was stricken with the fact that I can't fly. And of course I can't, and never have, and never will; but I wanted to, because the city and its surrounds were so much bigger than I could ever walk, and I wanted to see them all.
In childhood, you know you can't fly, but there's always maybe someday...and as an adult, someday has come and you know you'll never, ever fly, because you are only human, and humans only fall.
Walking the path at the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea did not make this thought go away. It clung to my shoulders out of the castle and past Anne Bronte's grave (which I didn't find) - all the way down to the fish & chips shop, where it finally foundered in the grease.
For all its melancholy the thought was - ironically - uplifting. Perhaps it doesn't make sense to anyone but me, though?
At any rate the trip was a great success. I think I'll make these trips a weekly thing; and next week I'll go to Whitby, where there's a beautiful ruined abbey; and after that to points unknown.
It was a full day, and good all around; but my favorite thing by far was Scarborough Castle, a ruin on a cliff that's just begging for a Gothick novel. I started out in the little museum they have, of archeological finds on the castle site, and went out to climb the keep, and then to climb the half-fallen tower that overlooks the sea and the town.
The sea is too big for me, but looking at the land I was stricken with the fact that I can't fly. And of course I can't, and never have, and never will; but I wanted to, because the city and its surrounds were so much bigger than I could ever walk, and I wanted to see them all.
In childhood, you know you can't fly, but there's always maybe someday...and as an adult, someday has come and you know you'll never, ever fly, because you are only human, and humans only fall.
Walking the path at the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea did not make this thought go away. It clung to my shoulders out of the castle and past Anne Bronte's grave (which I didn't find) - all the way down to the fish & chips shop, where it finally foundered in the grease.
For all its melancholy the thought was - ironically - uplifting. Perhaps it doesn't make sense to anyone but me, though?
At any rate the trip was a great success. I think I'll make these trips a weekly thing; and next week I'll go to Whitby, where there's a beautiful ruined abbey; and after that to points unknown.
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Date: 2009-10-25 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-27 12:09 am (UTC)Your not the only person who can't give up on the idea of flight. Thanks, Wright brothers!
I remember the first time I flew in an airplane, watching the landscape turn into shapes and colours and topography, breaking through the clouds, the brightness of the sun and the coolness of the side of the plane from the outside air, the sense of wonder. I stared out of my window for hours.
Now flights are routine and I tend to doze. :P
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Date: 2009-10-27 11:30 am (UTC)I've always wanted to ride in a hot air balloon, though. I feel like that would be close enough to the ground to see something, but with the wind in your face as well.