Event
Report
The
2006 Whitby Weekender
Report
by Dave Simpson
The
2006 Whitby Weekender was Produced and Directed by:
Mr.
Bry (Smooth as a tin of Carnation Milk) Watson. Alfa Spider
Accommodation
& Entertainment:
Mrs.
Yvonne (Bonnie) Hardcastle.
Cast:
MGA
- Mr. Alan (I can drink more than you) Hardcastle, assisted by top
navigator Mr. John (I know where the pub is) Pearson.
MGB
- Hon Sec Mr. Dave (Fuel cut-off switch) Simpson, assisted by the only
woman who can navigate with her eyes shut (The Wife).
BMW
M3 - The yellow peril, Mr. Craig (I can make it go faster) Scaife,
assisted by Martin (how did you know I'm Craig's brother) Scaife.
MGR
- Mr. Jonathon (Ooop's mind my mirror) Flanagan, assisted by Miss. Becky
(pint of Guinness) Gill.
The
Plot: To get to Whitby town by a torturous route as quick as possible
and consume as much beverage of choice as you can (alcoholic if possible)
and return by another torturous route. Scene
1 The Golden Lion Saturday p.m. The
cast and crew all gathered in good time ready and eager to venture forth.
throats dry with excitement (well only a little bit dry). Car's depart at
intervals to avoid cheating (the Directors idea) and attack country roads,
hills and other hazards involving sheep and tourists. Bound for the wilds of
the North York's Moors braving inclement weather, the open top cars are so
much fun when the heavens open. Scene
2 Sneaton Castle, Whitby Saturday p.m. The
overnight accommodation for our motley crew was a lovely set of buildings,
very privately owned by the neighboring convent. Very apt I thought, in fact
there was an invitation to attend the Sunday morning service with the nun's,
which was politely turned down, to my bitter disappointment. Once booked in
and make-up put on, in the case of the lady's of course, the local
stagecoach was contacted for transport in to town. It was decided to survey
the best locations for the evenings entertainment, funnily enough all the
places found served very acceptable liquid refreshments. A
tour of Whitby old town watering holes took up the rest of the night, purely
in the name of research you understand. That was until the Pier Inn refused
to serve anymore, claiming they were closing, citing the time of night as an
excuse. However a kindly gentleman on the door pointed us in the direction
of a certain Rosie O'Grady's house, where we were assured more amber nectar
could be obtained, and who didn't use the above mentioned excuse. I must say
at this point that the above mentioned Rosie did seem to like the music a
trifle loud, however it all added to the atmosphere. I will draw a hazy veil
over the remainder of the night. Scene
3 Sneaton Castle, Sunday a.m. Breakfast
was served and attended by all the cast and crew with the exception of one,
who shall remain nameless on the grounds that I might become an invalid if
named. Pre-start entertainment was provided by the Hon Sec, who's MGB on
starting up developed an unusual misfire, then refused to run at all, after
a few moments said driver remembered to turn on the fuel supply and all was
well. This provoked much mirth and merriment for the gathered crew, I blamed
the events of the previous night. Eventually "missing breakfast
person" appeared and we got underway, heading for a lunch stop in
Thornton Le Dale. Calling at the classic car garage and museum of DT
Mathewson & sons in Thornton Le Dale and then at the New Inn for Sunday
lunch. Scene
4 Thornton Le Dale Sunday p.m. An
excellent lunch was had and a look around the museum over the road, coupled
with a chat with the owner (a very convivial chap). Then on to the last lap
over more twisty roads returning to our starting point. Epilogue This
proved to be a very successful first weekender for the club, much enjoyed by
the cast who took part and was excellently organised by the production team
headed up by Mr. Bry Watson, who as ever posed the best with the red Alfa
(well he would, wouldn't he). That's
all folks
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