Blown away in Bridlington

On Sunday we set off to Bridlington, mainly because K insisted that she had never been there. She had as a little girl, but had obviously forgotten it. She remembered the ‘big dipper’ road though from Reighton Sands holiday park, which dips and climbs with the result that as children they used to yell ‘Whoo’ at every dip the bus encountered. Setting off at Bridlington harbour, we walked along the sea front, intent on going as far as my legs would allow me to.

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