Himself and me away from our desks, on a long-promised day out! A drive across the Yorkshire Wolds to Flamborough Head. The sun shone on the white chalk cliffs around the coves and, from the beach, the lighthouse looked like a Hopper painting. Caves and arches with views through to the blue sea beyond. A total pleasure, including the quick paddle in gaps between the seaweed.
Afterwards, on to Bridlington. First, a tour of the fish harbour (with aromatic moments) and then another paddle on the South Beach as the sun began dropping beautifully in the sky, usefully illuminating the watery depths (well, inches) and some little waving things below that must be razor clams or lugworms. Eventually, my nerve broke . . . A bit too R.L. Stine, maybe?