While others were confirming it was shut, I was looking at my phone maps. This place nearby sounds interesting, New-Biggin-on-the-Sea. Sister 1 said it is ok so off we went.
Good to see lots of wind turbines. Had a swung the camera around, the view would have been of power station chimneys.
We stopped here briefly.
Ah, I did swing the camera around. Note the solitary wind turbine.
Sister 1's husband and the lurcher running on the New-Biggin-by-the-Sea beach. We did not know that the dog could still run.
These figures staring out to see were huge.
Built to withstand North Sea gales, and it felt like there was one.
The village where R bought some Blackpool Rock, which are sticks of hard candy.
We went on to the village of Blythe, where they were these gaily coloured bathing boxes. I hope they are more windproof than those in Melbourne. We decided to have lunch in the cafe, along with every old age pensioner and disabled person in England. It was so busy, on a Monday and nothing special about the day.
Next door to the cafe we had lunch, a dog played in the garden with his toy.
After lunch, oh dear, I see destruction. It's an unusual house. I quite like it.
Brrr, only R and myself walked to the beach over a rise.
Odd building on the way home. I forget what it is, but it seems to be entertainment related.
If you have a good memory, you may remember when Sister 1 and her husband were in Australia March last year and we took them to stay a couple of nights in Walhalla, and at a b&b breakfast one morning, we were treated to seeing kookaburras being called and coming to feed by our breakfast hosts. A enlarged photo from the delightful experience has ended up on R's sister's wall. It looked really terrific.