After an 8 mile walk on Wednesday in the daytime along Spurn, I got to my digs and walked around Withernsea. Michael (above) chatted to me. He was on a day trip to de-stress. I felt bad at first as although he seemed lonely, I was a bit awkward, hiding my new camera. In the end he thanked me for talking to him, which caught me by surprise. I must chill more ...

The general consensus on Dad's side of the family was that Aunty Dot was a lovely women. She left all her nieces and nephews a small inheritance in 2022; I put mine towards my first ever decent camera (mentioned above). Over 50 years ago we had a holiday to Withernsea with Uncle Peter and Aunty Dot. But, as Mum pointed out: "The awkward layout of the holiday home meant that we had to go through their bedroom to get to the loo at night". It seems Uncle Peter bought my brother Ian and I a bucket and spade, took us to the beach and told us to dig a canal to France! He also used to push chairs together and get us to play submarines, which meant sitting quietly to avoid enemy detection, but this was really about giving Mum and Dad a chance to have a lie in.