I must have a very trustworthy face as scary rustic bloke offered to lend me his car today to go into Bridlington and to the beach! Either that or I’ve got some weird ‘charm’ that I’m not aware of. Anyway after an uneventful trip to the supermarket for supplies (forgot the booze), we arrived at Hunmanby Gap – a little cluster of houses on the coast about 5 miles south of Filey. For once the parking was more than adequate for The Beast (bloomin great field) where you wer met by a cheery old chap and his Jack Russell who had a very odd squint. I later learned that said chap had fallen over the cliff and down to the beach and had dragged himself back up the hill to his shed – he’s 73 ! It was a bit of a steep walk down to the beach, more so when you’re carrying a chicken back-pack, a geriatric Yorkie and then being dragged in 2 different directions by 2 more nutty dogs. Half way down was a cafe and several cottages that had a spectacular view. Considering it wasn’t crowded it really was a lovely beach, the majority of people who were there had dogs with them and my 3 had a great time, even Chloe who usually hates the beach. We had a nice stroll, met several nice dogs and their owners and then started back up the steep hill stopping off to have an ice cream – I bought it for the dogs but Izzy and Timmy lost interest much to Chloe’s delight. Amazing how much a 1.65kg Yorkie can put away when she puts her mind to it.
The campsite is once again filling up which I’m not chuffed about as I had it down as my own personal hippy haven but cars, vans and caravans have been rolling up the drive all evening containing all manner of life – my particular favourites are the toothless, gurning couple several vans down with their child who more than makes up for what they lack in dentures and has eyes a bit like Kermit the Frog. This place is getting more like ‘The Hills Have Eyes’ every day.