A Brisk Walk, a Bold Bowl: Morning Reflections from Scarborough’s North Bay

There’s something about Scarborough mornings that’s impossible to replicate. Perhaps it’s the cry of the gulls echoing off the headland, or the scent of brine and kelp in the sea breeze as I trudge barefoot across the North Bay sands, my terrier Bertie bounding ahead like a creature born of salt and mischief.

Today’s swim was brisk — the North Sea is never warm — but it set me up for the day. After drying off and tugging on my waxed jacket, I fished out a pouch of St. Bruno Flake from my inside pocket. The flake is dark and leathery, with the telltale tin-note of figs and fermented hay. Sitting on a driftwood log, I rubbed it out into ribbons and packed my trusty Peterson.

Lighting up with the wind at my back, I was struck once again by the depth of St. Bruno — a bold, fruity smoke that cuts through the chill like a warming dram. It’s a tobacco that belongs here, among the windswept rocks and grey gull-sky. Not fussy, but full of character. Much like Scarborough itself.

Tobacco as Memory

My father used to smoke this blend, always from the same carved meerschaum that now rests in my parlour cabinet. He believed tobacco told stories — about trade, empire, labour, and ritual. As a lad, I thought that poetic nonsense. Now, with the North Sea air in my lungs and a pipe between my teeth, I realise he was right.

Tobacco is history leafed and dried — and our humble little Backy Shop is part of that living tradition. Whether you prefer the robust punch of a Gawith Hoggarth blend or the easygoing charms of a Clan Aromatic, you're participating in a centuries-old rite.

Scarborough’s Perfect Pairings

Later this afternoon I’ll roast some mackerel — fresh off the boat this morning — with wild garlic and sea beet. I’ll sit by the open window, the dog snoozing at my feet, a bowl of Condor Ready Rubbed at hand. Earthy, slightly floral, with a backbone of nicotine muscle — perfect for digesting a good meal and pondering the town’s proud maritime past.

Tomorrow I’ll share my thoughts on Cuban cigars and cliff-top picnics. Until then, may your smokes be cool, your packs firm, and your views expansive.

🦭 — From the bay with smoke and salt,
Your faithful Tobacconist Blogger

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