Hello. Woke up to brilliant sunshine this morning, typical, could have done with this yesterday. Anyway, the camping story. We found a pitch on a camp site near Whitby on Friday night. I decided not to put the tent up because it was windy, all the tents around were flapping madly. We stayed in the comfort of the car, and watched others put up their tents. A group of bikers arrived and had theirs up in no time, but a couple opposite were struggling with theirs, in took them nearly an hour. I haven't seen a tent like that before, the wind kept blowing it along the ground before they had chance to peg it down. As it got dark we bedded down in the back, plenty of room with all the paraphernalia stored in the front seats. Goodnight Rocky.
It was cold and windy the next morning. I had a makeshift breakfast, Rocky got his normal food which comes in pouches. Now why don't they make a human breakfast in a pouch which can be eaten without warming it up, ha ha. After a chat with my camping neighbours I decided that I had seen enough of Whitby and didn't need to go back, so we set off down the coast to call in at Scarborough. I followed the signs for North Bay and parked on the sea front. The sea was a tad rough, and it was a bit nippy. These hardy people were having a surfing lesson. You wouldn't get me jumping about in a cold rough sea.
Beach Chalet's, fancy one? Don't they look fab.
You can rent one for £40 a day, or £210 for a week, or you can buy one, but I think you need to make an enquiry before they tell you the price.
Rocky likes walking along the beach, and having a paddle.
Back to normal today, working in the garden. I gave the lawns the first cut of the season, left it for as long as I dare, other people cut theirs weeks ago. Lady dog is here for the afternoon as her owner has gone on a coach trip and will be back from his ramble later than usual. I'll take her home in a minute.
Hope you have had a good weekend, thanks for popping in. Catch you tomorrow.