
On Sunday afternoons the brawny young men of the Scarborough Amateur Rowing Club used to bring their boats into Cayton Bay, and the Scarborough girls walked along the cliff-top from Holbeck Gardens and came down the woods to the beach. There was bathing, and there were ball games. Fires of driftwood were lighted, and there were picnic teas, and there was more bathing, until the sun went down over Gristhorpe and the cool twilight came. Then the men of the Amateur Rowing Club pushed out their skiffs, climbed aboard and set off for home; the girls collected their gear and went up the woods, laughing and chattering, and the beach was left to the silent gulls and to the campers in their solitary tent just south of the neglected woods.
Harland/North Riding, 1951
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