A SCARBOROUGH TRILOGY - BY DEAN WILSON
Film by Dave Lee

Dean: I love Scarborough. I always have. I nearly moved there instead of With. 

Dave: I noticed that Dean had posted a lot of Scarborough poems on Twitter so it occurred to me that we could bundle a few up and make our first portmanteau film. It seemed like a suitably pretentious notion. Exactly the sort of arty-farty nonsense two lads from Hull normally avoid like the plague.

Dean: I still don't know what portmanteau means. And I've done one.

Dave: We had a lovely night out in Scarborough and stayed at The Grand. I was a bit annoyed because Dean got a slightly better room. I'm over it now, though. And then we got up at daft o'clock so we could get shots in the beautiful pre-dawn light. Scarborough is a lovely-looking town but we wanted no-one around so the only way to guarantee that was an early start. Apart from some lad whizzing round on a moped, we didn't see another soul.

Dean: I'm used to getting up at that time but Dave was a bit annoyed about it. I stayed away from him till it got a bit lighter. He got happier the sunnier it got.

Dave: The last shot is out-of-focus because I was shooting toward the sun and blinded myself about six times. In the end, I decided sharp focus is over-rated.

Dean: We'd got everything shot by about 7:30 AM and went for a slap-up breakfast. It turned out to be a great film and a great couple of days in Scarborough.   




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