...the bitingly cold, blowey Scarborough beach.
The food was excellent & we had a dude running around on a sailing thingy with wheels on, pulling broggies, which was entertaining.
There were also some extremely climbable trees in the playground & some excellent beach-walking — including some very heavy, very dark little stones & some interesting shells. And a cap, which said “Cowboys”. Young Ryan wore it home.
Afterwards, we stopped & looked at a bunch of surf-kiters, which was amusing in itself as one of them stepped off his board & accidentally went barefooting. We were impressed & evidently so was he.
Traffic on the way home was sluggish, once we’d got to the Gateway bridge, as the peak-hour traffic bunched up on us heavily after that.