Whitley Bay beach.

I grew up near this beach so it always stirs something in me, touches a nerve when I come back up north and take the kids down.

It was cold but they didn't care.

40 years earlier I was probably doing exactly the same with my best mate Chris.

Sometimes it is bright and sunny. Sometimes the waves crash in, which they love. Sometimes, as on this day, the beach was blanketed in a thick sea fret.

20 minutes later we were on our way back to Grandma's for warm hot chocolate with potent memories nailed.