Not quite Whitby.....

On Friday night I had great aspirations for this weekend; it was the last weekend of a wet and fairly uneventful half term, the forecast was good, it could be the last good weekend for ages.  We live an hour or so away from Whitby and I always think we ought to go, reading all the lovely things and seeing everyone's photos so I decided this was the weekend to go.

As is often the way though, after a chat with Mr on Friday night, we decided that really, saving a bit of money and sorting the garden out so that the chickens could go back in the greenhouse for the winter (and the impending storm!) and we could get Sylvia down the side of the house would be more useful so yesterday saw us moving rabbit hutches, hiding fence panels from Billy Wind, moving the chickens out of their summer house and parking Sylvia right outside the back door ( perfect for me to escape to have a cup of tea in the coming winter months!).

With everything done and the sun shining when we got up this morning, I decided we had earnt our day out but instead of going to Whitby, we packed Sylvia with bacon, bread, tea and kites and went ten minutes down the road.

No one really comes down here except for the occasional dog walkers because it is pretty exposed and mainly salt marsh but there is still a fair bit of sand and plenty of room to have fun on a sunny Sunday morning. 

Don't believe this child...it was cold and windy. She is just crazy.....

See, we needed scarves and winter coats!

.....and to escape back to Sylvia for bacon sarnies and cups of tea......

Perfect for blowing the cobwebs away before school tomorow....