When Past Meets Present. Or Is It The Other Way

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.