Friday, 17 April 2009

What could be more British

than spending a bank holiday weekend stuck in the car trying to get to the seaside? It was so worth it, though. Whilst I'm happy that Swindon is home- or at least, I'm happy that I have a home, and it has to be in Swindon cos of the husband- I miss the beaches of Northumberland with a passion. These were taken on Bamburgh (very near Stag Rocks, for them what know it), where I jumped over the waves, and rockpooled, and generally acted like a nine year old kid. It was heaven.

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