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This is a stretch of beach at Seaton Sluice, which is about a half hour's pleasant drive from where we live in England. If I'd turned around, it's about the same length in the other direction too. Hurghada couldn't hold a candle to this! (Colloquialism: To hold a candle to = to compare favourably with.) That concrete block to the left of middle of the picture is a tank trap, when we used to go there, they were spread all along the beach to make sure that if 'Jerry' ever managed to land, he wouldn't have been able to get his tanks off the beach! I expect that this solitary reminder has been left for posterity.
This is where sister Susan and I spent many a lovely warm day in our childhood, along with our glamorous mam in her red ruched swimming costume, her mam and dad, and of course our dad too! We've loads of photo's from those long lost days, a lot of them have the 'car-of-the-moment' in them as well, which was always a Vauxhall Velox. We had three Velox's consecutively, the first one was FT ????, LS 5317 was the second and the final one was XTN 370.
Dad usually drove very quickly, and I remember sitting on the front armrest in the middle of the bench seat, seat belts hadn't been thought of then !
It's a great beach at Seaton Sluice; the sand isn't too fine, so it's easier to walk on than that at South Shields. The sand dunes are tremendous for all sorts of fun and games and I've never seen the beaches crowded like those that we see on the telly, on the South coast.
Although it's been a bit overcast today, the temperature has been OK, and even though there was a bit of a wind at the coast, it was still very pleasant. After our stroll on the dunes and the beach, we had a slow ride further up the coast to Blyth. Then we cut across country, ending up in......Morpeth! There were several market stalls scattered about the square, and I was surprised to see this one:
That's right Dear Reader; the Shewermers were £4.50 and even the Falafel was £4!! (Like 45LE and 40LE!!!) Oddly enough, we gave it a miss, and carried on to the Cuwick Manor Tearooms, where we were, thankfully, still in time to select from their luncheon menu, how fortunate!
Ooooh, the choices! We eventually plumped for the Pan Haggerty for me: