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A regular fixture of a trip to see my folks in Seahouses involves giving the car it's annual clean (inside and out I'll have you know, it's one of the few things I do each year that makes me feel like A Real Man Doing Real Man's Things). Anyway, after my work was done there it was into the village for a bit of a spin round the harbour and the crazy golf and the gift shops before some beach time down the road in Bamburgh, until the weather came in and we bid a retreat for the car and the subsequent sanctuary of the holiday home. Fish and chips and the Champions League final made for a pretty good evening in.

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