It seems as though I’m collecting the good bits of british bus routes, which may be either endearing or completely dull. However, the prospect of seeing nice parts of the UK whilst being sat down is my absolute ideal situation, so for as long as I’m not bothered about my health and getting varicose veins, I’ll carry on writing about my view outside bus windows.
Scarborough > Robin Hood’s bay We got on the x93 on a cold but rare sunny day in February at Scarborough train station. For £7 return, it takes you across the north eastern edge of our little island, past weathered seaside towns and old cluttered fishing villages, flitting in and out of the North York moors, of which I was in awe of. Once you’re out of the busy streets of Scarbourough, the houses become less frequent, and we are engulfed in green fields and dense wooded areas. The road curves with the rolls of the hills, climbing up steep inclines and chugging down hairy descents, eventually leading to Robin Hood’s bay. Living in Manchester, it’s a strange sensation being on a bus for almost 20 minutes without any stops, any people, just land and sea and occasional livestock. It is both unnerving and calming at the same time.
Once you’ve alighted, follow the seasoned walkers, following the scent of the salty sea air. You’ll climb down the many steps and it seems never ending, but the reward at the end is sweet and luscious.
Wander through the narrow winding paths that lead to rows of cottages arranged in a seemingly unorganised and claustrophobic manner, as if a child had swept its little toy town to the side, complied and cluttered in the corner of a room.
When it’s lunch time (or earlier if you can’t resist the salty, vinegary smells that perfume the air), grab some fish and chips from Mariondale Fisheries and eat it on the edge of the beach – it’s down a little side street with a huge queue spilling out down the hill. Dogs wait patiently for scraps to fall on the ground, occasionally distracted by hoards of other dogs hurtling past.
When the tide is coming in, and the walkers retreat to the warmth of a pub or holiday cottage, it’s time to head back onto the bus. Try and get on during sunset, the views on the top of the cliffs are magical and lovely. The journey almost succeeded the destination, which was a lovely surprise and although slightly perilous at times, the x93 is a beautiful homage to our British countryside, with a lovely promise of seaside solace.