Lights

A beautiful weekend up north, re-connecting with family and enjoying nostalgic strolls along the seafront we remember from our childhood holidays. Everything smelt the same, sounded the same, looked the same. The boys ran gleefully in the chilly north sea with all of their clothes on, which resulted in a desperate dash to the supermarket to buy dry spares before heading to see the lights. Roker park is one of my favourite places, ever. Here we see Boo giggling at a troll in the fairy dell.