Bank Holidays at the coast and the best laid plans or as the Yiddish proverb goes "Man plans, God laughs" (Mann traoch, Gott Lauch)

We set off in high spirits for a long weekend with all the bikes strapped to the back of Naomi's car.  That was our main worry.   The new carrier was fine but Ellie wasn't.  Two visits to the doctor and two to the pharmacist and she was beginning to recover, but couldn't do justice to the royal wedding party.

The next day, armed with the surplus party food we dropped of two of the bikes for repair and drove to Flamborough South Landing for a picnic, but Ellie still wasn't up to walking the sculpture trail.


We went back to the South Beach at Bridlington and tried to shield ourselves in the dunes from the cold wind in a cloudless blue sky.

Skirlington Car Boot produced a giant remote controlled crane and the usual soft toys.

I treated myself to a cut glass bottle to add to my collection.

Visited Filey on Monday.  Not too busy to say it was Bank Holiday.  The weather looked glorious but it was deceptive and the chilly wind kept us off the beach.

 Unspoilt Filey