For fun, sometimes, we travel two and bit hours to meet a high tide coming in at Scarborough. I’ve been doing it for most of my life; an occasional treat, and a perfect antidote to life being a bit gloomy sometimes.
If you know the right places to watch, and have the comfort of a warm car and a flask of coffee, there are few things more cheering than seeing other people being soaked to the skin by a wave they weren’t expecting.
We had a whole three days in Scarborough last week, and we saw two superb high tides. Possibly the best I’ve ever seen.
It does have an air of danger about it. It’s one of the few of our afternoons out that feels a little wrong sometimes – I can certainly see why there are so many warning signs around.
At a safe distance and in the best spots, though, it’s quite spectacular to see the waves coming in. Trying to guess which ones will break in time to crash really boldly over the edge (and trying to press the camera shutter at exactly the right moment and then shield the lens from the spray) is difficult at first.
And this is me, strolling along quite calmly. I think I was soaked myself shortly after this.
I know that the idea is to just sit in the car and watch other people, but the temptation to do a bit of dodging the waves myself is always too much, and it doesn’t quite feel like we’ve had the full experience unless we’re having to travel home sitting on a newspaper wearing a pair of very damp jeans.
After a big portion of fish and chips, of course.