A walk down Memory Lane

My great friend C and I had a walk down Memory Lane today when we returned to a favourite place on the East Coast where we used to holiday on a shoestring with our boys. Thirty years ago, the caravan we hired was nothing special and cost us the princely sum of £35 each for the week. My two sons loved it and so did C's son T. The sand, the sea, the walks, the valiant attempts at tennis and then Scrabble and a beer in the evening while the boys slept soundly and the sun set over the sea. They say the best things in life are free, and this was... almost.

For the record: Sunny spells, 16C