Regular readers to my blog will have noticed that there was no post last week. It was remiss of me not to warn you. I can only put it down to the excitement of heading up north to visit a friend in Filey. But as with all badly planned, spur-of-the-moment adventures (well mine anyway) Filey isn’t where I ended up.
It had been a bleary moment at the end of a hectic day when I saw this photo on an online hotel booking site and nothing less was going to do for my three day excursion. This monumental structure was perched on a cliff top overlooking the sea looking every bit a Bond movie set location. Not the smartest holiday location for the mobility challenged and I should have perhaps done my homework before booking, but I was captivated.
For a dizzy daydreamer like myself it wasn’t difficult to imagine the splendour of The Grand’s good times, but it would have been nice if I hadn’t hadn’t needed a days wheel in the hot sun and two luke warm pints to do so.