Monday was a holiday in the UK - just a random summer day off. These days are called Bank Holidays since the banks [and all other retail outlets] are closed.
Peter and I were up in Yorkshire - about two+ hours north of Cambridge - visiting his sister and her family. From there, we went due East to the seaside town of Scarborough. I am in desperate need of sun and sand and this was the best we could do since we don't live on the French Riviera.
Scarborough is a working class town on the North Sea. The topography is beautiful; there are harbors and cliffs and - of course, we're in England - a castle. Anne Bronte died here on the site of The Grand Hotel {above], a beautiful but rundown Victorian building that was once the biggest hotel in Europe. It's quite imposing, and sad in its neglected state.
I've never seen this in the US, but evidently it's a common sight to see donkeys on the beach. I spoke with a woman who owns 42 donkeys on a nearby farm and brings them down every season to ferry crabby little kids up and down the beach. Seeing as I'm a completely unreasonable animal rights activist [who hypocritically enjoys a random burger], I demanded to know if the animals were being cared for etc. etc. And I gotta say, this woman treats her asses very well. I mean, look at them! They're adorable! For the record, the donkey is the one on the right.
Two ways you can tell this picture was taken in England: everyone is pasty white, and some idiot is wearing a teeny weeny bikini when he should be wearing a proper bathing suit. Does he honestly think he looks good? Did no one stop him before he went out the door? Does he have no shame?? Just be thankful I didn't take his photo from the front.
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