On the one sunny day of the year, my son hammered on the front door. ‘Get away from that desk, mother,’ he commanded. ‘I’m taking you to the seaside.’

‘Okay, I said meekly’ Or something similar.

‘No, I’m serious,’ he said, pulling the plug *literally*

So off to Whitby we went…

For sand pies…

and fish and chips…

And…
If you don’t do what you’re told in this family…

No, it wasn’t me heading seawards, thank goodness, but my DIL

Sxx