The wind howled, hair flew wildly.
But the sun shone down, the North Sea was icy yet refreshing.
Wellies were worn in the sea, a far cry from Bikinis of yore.
The beach blissfully deserted, the town sad and tired.
"Staycations" are not so bad.
We did not get sunburn, or mosquito bitten, the locals spoke the lingo, the food was good and hearty.
Ice cream's did not melt, chips and fish eaten alfresco, warmed freezing hands.
The pound needed no exchanging....
Though I would have exchanged a few blusters of breeze for a few degrees C.
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