The great British seaside: windshields on the beach, the smell of salt and vinegar, tatooed louts buried waste deep in the sand, children swimming in ice cold grey water. We lazed on the sand for half an hour in the middle of a bike ride that took us down to the river, up to Marsden Bay, then back home via a shopping trip to Lidl. Afterwards we played badminton in the side garden, using a concrete path and a rosehip bus for side lines and a couple of wheelie bins as the net.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
City by the Sea
The great British seaside: windshields on the beach, the smell of salt and vinegar, tatooed louts buried waste deep in the sand, children swimming in ice cold grey water. We lazed on the sand for half an hour in the middle of a bike ride that took us down to the river, up to Marsden Bay, then back home via a shopping trip to Lidl. Afterwards we played badminton in the side garden, using a concrete path and a rosehip bus for side lines and a couple of wheelie bins as the net.
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