After the despondency of the week I needed to escape. Today started grey but luckily cheered up early enough for me to call Martin and for us all to head to the seaside.

I’m always amazed just how cheered I feel there. Maybe it’s the air, maybe today it was the bright, clear skies and just the hint of warmth in the sun. It’s been a five months since the last time I was at this beach. That was a little further along to the west on a Sunday with the papers, a picnic and the radio. Today we were off in the other direction walking to the town in search of adventures and food.

As we sat talking to a couple who owned a beach hut and kindly dispensed drinks and biscuits to us they explained that the bull dozers on the beach were there to extend it by another 80 yards for the summer season. I thought I knew this area pretty well but I was shocked when we turned the corner and there before us was a small strip of sand compared to the wide expanse we’d been walking along.

As I said to Martin, these early Spring seaside walks are becoming a tradition and again this year we were so lucky with the weather. The downside was that it brought a sudden rash of people to the seaside so every where we went there was a 45 minute wait for food. We eventually settled on a smaller restuarant for fish and chips and fish pie.

Walking back the sun was low in the sky but still warm. It seemed to be one of those days you remember for ever, bathed in golden light.

We drove home for a meal of Thai prawns, some estimating homework and a nice bottle of red.

Settled.

See the pictures here.