We had a day at the East Coast last Tuesday when Mick was still on holiday. It was rather murky as we set off, but the fog soon lifted and it turned out to be a lovely day.
We love it at Fraisthorpe, it doesn't get crowded like the beaches at Bridlington or Scarborough, the more popular seaside towns. Archie is allowed on the beach too, and there's plenty of space for him to have a good run around.
There's still lots of WW2 anti-invasion defences in existence, pillboxes and concrete tank blocks.
Archie loves to paddle in all the rockpools. There's many of them on Fraisthorpe beach.
Even though we take towels with us, Archie still prefers his own method of drying off, rolling in the sand. He just looks like a ball of fluff here.
We always like to have a wander right along the beach, and some of us like to have a paddle, if not a swim. Not me, I hasten to add. It was such a lovely day that Eleanor had her bikini on and she got her back burnt. Luckily, it wasn't sore.
I love how the many rocks on the beach are completely covered in seaweed and moss.
Our beachcombing turned up more than sea glass on this occasion. Here's the skeleton of a fish we found. Mick thought it might be a Monkfish.
Fraisthorpe is less than five miles away from Bridlington, which can be seen from the beach.
We spent a good few hours on Fraisthorpe beach, enjoying our picnic and playing cricket. I even did a bit of crochet and read some magazines. Later on in the day, we packed up our things and journeyed on in to Bridlington.
Bridlington is such a built up, touristy seaside town. There's amusements, gift shops, ice cream stalls and fish and chip shops, but we enjoy having a stroll along the promenade. We even ventured in to an amusement arcade and risked a pound each, before enjoying a tray of chips smothered in salt and vinegar as we looked out to sea. We thought better of going on any funfair rides with full tummies though.
All too soon we were back in the car and heading home. I hope we manage another trip to the coast soon.