The new book which tells the fascinating story of Yorkshire’s seaside resorts

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Beside the seaside... in winter. Stephen McClarence talks to Allan Brodie about his new history of the English seaside and his love of Scarborough – and takes a bracing seafront stroll in Bridlington.

Sunscreen in hand (sometimes), Allan Brodie has visited 250 or so English seaside resorts. Busy ones, quiet ones, tiny ones with three creaky deckchairs, a dried-up paddling pool and a couple of tired old donkeys. His favourite? He doesn’t hesitate: Scarborough.

The cast-iron Floral Pavilion oat Bridlington was constructed on the seafront in 1904, and was extended in 1907 and again in c 1960, before undergoing late 20th-centrury alterations.

The cast-iron Floral Pavilion oat Bridlington was constructed on the seafront in 1904, and was extended in 1907 and again in c 1960, before undergoing late 20th-centrury alterations.

“When I first visited it years ago, I sat looking down at the harbour,” he says. “I could have been on a Greek island.”

His enthusiasm echoes the reaction of HV Morton, the celebrated travel writer, who visited Scarborough in the late 1920s on a Yorkshire journey taking in Hull, Beverley, York, Harrogate, Ripon and Whitby. “In full noon sunshine,” he wrote in his best-selling The Call of England, “you would not be surprised to meet a sheik in a blue burnous riding a white Barbary stallion up one of the many hilly streets. The old fishing town at the back of the harbour... has the look of a naturalised Kasba. The broad blue bay... might be its French quarter.”

One minute, he says, it’s like Algiers, the next like the South of France, the next like Gibraltar. What was this man on? Scarborough (without sheiks and Barbary stallions) is one of eight Yorkshire resorts featured in Allan Brodie’s newly published The Seafront, a study of what it says on the spine. The others are Whitby, Bridlington, Filey, Hornsea, Withernsea, Saltburn, Redcar... and the village of Atwick, just north of Hornsea, where thanks to coastal erosion, “caravan sites increasingly teeter on the cliff edge.”

Brodie, an architectural historian who has written widely about the seaside, avoids Morton’s purple prose. Detailed, authoritative but accessible, the book explores the history and geography of England’s seafronts, which provide “a resort’s shop window... an advert for the joys of the town”. Laid end to end at some mega-resort, they might stretch to about 2,000 miles long (and 100 yards wide).

Feature on Bridlington in the middle of Winter..18th December 2018..Picture by Simon Hulme

Feature on Bridlington in the middle of Winter..18th December 2018..Picture by Simon Hulme

I’ll be taking the book, published by Historic England and lavishly illustrated with more than 300 photographs, on a chilly winter trip to – well, not Scarborough (whose first guidebook was published as long ago as 1734), but Bridlington. You may be even less likely to bump into sheiks and Barbary stallions there than you would in Scarborough, but it arguably has a more interestingly varied seafront.

But before a heavily mufflered stroll along it, back to Brodie. He shows how stretches of coastline were gradually developed to reflect changing holiday patterns. Week- or fortnight-long holidays gave way to short breaks and day-trips, evolving “from sea bathing in the 18th century to sun-worshipping in the 20th century”. The focal point was often the pier – England had around 100 of them a century ago, but fewer than 50 survive today.

This is the world of Punch and Judy, beauty pageants and bleeping amusement arcades, of sandcastles, fish and chips and holiday postcards (“perhaps the ultimate ancestors of social media”).

Knobbly knees and glamorous granny contests have been replaced by “hen and stag parties, marauding along the seafront where once Edwardian gentlemen promenaded in their suits while nursemaids pushed mighty perambulators”.

This 1959 Hallam Ashley photograph shows the paddling pol at Bridlington.  Although it would only have required a modest investment by the local authority, it provided a valuable year-round attraction for paddling and pond yachts.

This 1959 Hallam Ashley photograph shows the paddling pol at Bridlington. Although it would only have required a modest investment by the local authority, it provided a valuable year-round attraction for paddling and pond yachts.

Resorts’ growth could be astonishing. In 1861, Blackpool was a small town attracting 135,000 visitors a year. By 1897, there were almost a million of them, and by 1914, around four million. In the late Victorian era, the resort’s seafront offered a choice of 36 photographers, 24 ventriloquists, six quack doctors and five conjurors.

Eleven years ago, Brodie who lives in landlocked Wiltshire, co-authored English Seaside Resorts with fellow historian Gary Winter. Their research – which took them to much the same 250 resorts – prompted the odd bit of scepticism from their families. “They regarded it as ‘Allan and Gary going on holiday again’,” Brodie said. “And I suppose Gary and I had more candlelit dinners with each other than we’ve ever had with them.”

Seaside Resorts was published as a survey revealed that three out of four people thought many resorts had become run-down and shabby since the seaside’s heyday – not in the Fifties, as is generally claimed, but in the mid-Seventies. In 1974, more than 40 million people took a British break of four days or more.

Revisiting the resorts a decade later, did Brodie find much change? “Well, it’s ups and downs; some resorts show signs of decline, some show signs of prosperity. But the really big change has been the installation of modern sea defences.” Thanks to climate change, he says, “the sea is a resort’s greatest asset, but it is also its greatest threat.”

One of the biggest success stories has been Margate, where Turner Contemporary, the art gallery designed by Sir David Chipperfield (Hepworth Wakefield’s architect), was opening around the time the first book was published.

His conclusion is both upbeat and poignant: “The seaside is alive and well, but changing, much as it has been doing for the past 300 years... and there is no reason to believe that future generations will not also create lifelong memories there, of sunshine and storms, romance and laughter, and fish and chips!”

The Seafront by Allan Brodie, Historic England, £50.

In the bleak Brid winter

The wind whips along Bridlington seafront, whirling up the sand and rattling the shutters of closed amusement arcades. It’s not a day for Knickerbocker Glories.

I’ve arrived at the resort, as generations of holidaymakers have, by train. The priority on a bone-chilling day is a coffee in the station buffet, a glorious Brief Encounter-ish place still boasting its original fittings. It’s a sort of museum of railway nostalgia, its walls covered with loco nameplates.

The seaside in winter can be a wistful experience, with B&Bs closed, deckchairs stacked away and fairground carousels under wraps. The promenade and beach are given over to dog-walkers and treasure hunters vacuuming the sands with their metal detectors.

One of Britain’s first amusement arcades opened here in the Thirties – Joyland, originally called Luna Park after the Coney Island amusement park. Renamed The Forum, this vast building now offers bingo and ten pin bowling as well as all-bleeping, all-flashing amusements.

Just along the road at Leisureland, manager Trevor Shackleton admits that weekday business tends just to tick over in the winter. Today he has the games – Bullion Bars, Drop the Hook, Skill Ball Zingy – and the booming music to himself.

“Dare you ride the slippery snake slide?” asks the sign outside Montyzoomers play area. “Take the plunge on the Indiana Free Fall!!” One fish and chip business rejoices in the name Oh My Cod!

Nearby, Jerome’s cafe is busy in the early afternoon. It started out as the Floral Pavilion, a glazed cast-iron structure built in 1904, and extended three years later to incorporate a bandstand. “People used to come to Bridlington for a fortnight and they’d be in the Floral Pavilion every afternoon and evening enjoying the music,” says Ann Clough. “Viennese, G&S (Gilbert and Sullivan), shows like Lilac Time.”

Ann runs Whiteleys, a drapers shop little changed since it opened more than a century ago. Where else can you still buy (under one roof) zip corselettes, bedsocks, Slenderella interlock cotton briefs, bolster cases and Jolly Molly oven gloves?

On the far side of the harbour, a 1990s promenade improvement scheme brought beach huts and the Nautical Mile, a series of quotations carved in the pavement.

“Sandcastle builder... ice cream guzzler...or licker... or fish and chipper... Come unto these yellow sands...Kiss me quick!...Oh we do like to be beside the seaside...”

As the book shows, we still do. Knickerbocker Glories all round!