There were plenty of pubs down there, so enjoyed myself, also managed a trip to Scarbourgh and visited the castle there, don't think I'd been there since 1977...as a tiny baby of course..It's always the case though that a week off work flies by, so before we knew it it was back to the train back home (which took quite a while by the way).
The weekend after I got Shadow and Ember to look after for a couple of days, they dragged me to Aberdour and over the Binn etc, was nice to have them. Have looked after Ember before, but not the two of them together.
Worked the weekend after that, which typically was the warmest weekend of the year, hate working weekends. Less than 2 weeks until we move office, so we'll see what disaters develop..Walked quite a lot this month so got to about 250,000 steps, which is reasonable, even went one run-around Kinghorn, but that was it, still a bit lazy.
One of the last walks along the coast was last Friday, when I went to the barber and had my strands cut by Pete who first cut my hair back in the aforementioned 1977. He is retiring for good after all these years, hard to believe he won't be in the shop anymore, we've been through thick and thin..hair..together. Anyway I took a photo to mark the occassion.
Pictures show me with Whitby in background, the town of Staithes at the end of a long walk, the dogs on their way to Aberdour, and Pete the barber.
