Summer's here and Britain's sizzling in the seventies! Katka was up and out on her bike early to lie on the beach with a book. I've always thought that only pies, potatoes and chicken drumsticks are better for being laid down on a flat surface and cooked all over slowly, so I slapped on the remains of last year's suncream and went for a wander along the coast instead. I took the ferry across the Tyne just after lunch, then walked up the seafront to Cullercoats before collapsing onto a metro back to North Shields. On the way home I stopped off to buy Katka flowers. Something I do every summer. Once.
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