Beached

There's nothing quite like the British seaside - sand in your under crackers, sitting in a row, staring at the sea three miles away, not talking.

It continues beautifully sunny but blowing a gale - after a trek up to Sewerby we are somewhat weatherbeaten beetroot about the face. Very happy though, fish and chip supper at B's Uncle's and looking forward to the Lake District/Yorkshire Dales tomorrow.