i have relatives in Scarborough, you my have come across them.
my aunt wears the same beard as me, they like to sit in the park when they are doing the battle with the model war ships shouting thing like filthy Hun and give them a one from me and prodding children with walking sticks telling them they've never had it so good.
when they first moved there they often would sit on the very high bridge people used to jump off, trying to talk them out of jumping with some success.
there are anti jumper railings up now this was a crushing blow to my uncle who enjoyed his chats with suicidal people. he said it made him appreciate the small things in life, like air filed pile cushions and ready mixed hamster food.
this has always puzzled me as he has never suffered from hamsters or piles

though on reflection he has always liked painting and sketching and my aunt is a avid needle pointer, making pictures out of fancy stitches.
so it might have something to do with that.