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Under the cover of darkness a powerful German naval battle group negotiated the hazardous minefields of the North Sea, its target was the still slumbering north-east coastal towns of Scarborough and Hartlepool. By early morning the battle group had divided; three battlecruisers steaming north, two battlecruisers and a light cruiser steaming south. Sheltered from prying eyes by the darkness and a bank of early morning mist they steamed to meet fate. As the bow of the leading ship pierced the mist, her captain raised his field glasses and surveyed the tranquil beauty of Scarborough’s twin bays.

A damaged home on Commercial Street.

High on the cliffs, north of the town, the attention of three workmen renovating a cottage was caught by the movement out at sea. The speed of the ships increased, the smoke from their funnels turning from grey to black, a dense heavy cloud trailing in their wake. Nothing stood between the battleships and the pride of the Yorkshire coast.

Aboard the battlecruiser Von der Tann, her captain gave the order to his battle ready gun crews, ‘Feuer Geben!’. The giant naval guns opened fire, their barrels erupting with great gouts of crimson flame. A few hundred yards away the thunderous broadside was echoed by the Derfflinger. The time was eight 'o' clock, the day was Wednesday 16th December 1914, and far removed from the battlefields of the Western Front death had come calling on the defenceless seaside town!

Wykeham Street following the bombardment.

That fateful morning 18 people fell victim to the German attack, either killed instantly, as in the case of the 14-month-old baby boy John Shields Ryalls, or who died later as a result of their wounds like shoemaker Henry Harland. Panic drove people from their homes, fear forced them to flee the town in all directions, whilst the sparse smattering of freshly recruited Territorials in the town tried to help the injured and wounded at the railway station.

Some 15 minutes or so later there was a brief calm as the ships steaming southward turned northwards and commenced firing again. The attack lasted some 30 minutes, and the folk of Scarborough suffered greatly, being left to try and save what and who they could as the ships sailed off.

At around nine 'o' clock, Whitby felt the weight of the German broadsides as they steamed past the quiet fishing port heading for a rendezvous with the rest of their battle group who had attacked Hartlepool. Seven people in Whitby died (although only three were ever officially recorded as having died as a direct result of the bombardment).

Whitby was also hit, this was Spring Hill Terrace.

This was the first attack on British soil since the start of the Great War and would not be the last. Young men in their droves rushed to their local recruitment offices to ‘avenge’ Scarborough, Whitby and Hartlepool. As Britain mourned her dead and questions were asked in Parliament about the whereabouts of the mighty Royal Navy, Germany struck a commemorative medal of the raids.

In just 30 minutes on that cold December morning in 1914, the Great War had finally become a harsh and bitter reality for the people of Scarborough and Whitby.

Mark Marsay