Tuesday, August 25, 2020

Whitley Bay

Naturally, after months with the narrow horizon of High Barnet and the occasional trip to the deep south, once we got out of London it was going to rain, wasn't it?
The Toon was OK yesterday for wandering round, but today the water cascaded down in buckets. A trip to the coast was in order and so was a trip to the fish'n'chip shop.
We ate outside in the rain.
A passing woman laughed so much she crashed into a bin: ha ha, woman, ha ha!
My fish finger sandwich was so gigantic that I gave half of the fish to Carol's dog. Almost a whole fish hand, in fact.
This is me and Carol, on the wet bench table.
It was still great to see the sea, even though the beach laughed too.

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