there's an outside?

***bad language alert!  Not for children...***

So we had some unseasonably nice weather a week or two ago, and since man is still here I got him to take me out for some walks.  (anyone else hearing Barbara Woodhouse?)
I took photos for you, and rather than bore you with tales of all the walks on one post, I'm going to spread the fun over a few posts - arent you lucky!
Dunno if I need to point out to anyone, but I have a ruined hip, and I'm generally pretty useless at doing any kind of distance.  Or gradient.  Or surface that aint flat and solid...  So these were very short walks....  Just in case any of you were expecting some awesome hiking tours...  (wait till you see my photos from 2 laps round the park...)  (I'm not joking either...)

First walk was Quendale Beach.

It might help when you look at the photos to not read the text, and instead imagine temperatures in the balmy mid to late 20's, a soft tickling breeze, the lullaby of gently lapping waves...

Clearly no car park conveniently beachside, so I've marked in orange the route we took and how far I got.

This is the first view you get of the beach as you walk down thru the sheep fields. (Avoiding copious amounts of poo.)  

This is a closer view....  now is the time to imagine all sorts of nice temperatures etc...

Three (or was it four?  Cant remember) gates later you get down behind the dunes, where I am told it would be excellent for taking the bike for a run (I'm becoming a mine of useless bike information...*) and once you pop over the dunes, you come to this long, pale pale sandy beach.  Innit nice?

Unfortunately what you dont see is the cold, battering, hair whipping, ear aching wind, and the not even remotely close to warm temperatures...  However.
Isnt it shocking how the youth (stop laughing) of today deface things so hideously?

Dont worry, my man kept watch at all times, we wiped it out immediately after photos, and there was no one around to have seen it anyway...    (it was my little message to Camille as a thank you for the swap goodies I received.)

As the above picture might hint, I did a bit of paddling!  In the North Sea.  In October.   And it wasnt actually all that cold.  Obviously I'd have complained just a little had it been anything more than my tootsies that got wet... but for feet, not bad at all.  After 15 mins or so, I even managed to get the man whip his shoes & socks off!   Actually got him swearing a lot too....  Apparently our differences of opinions on temperatures extends to sea water also.  I'll finish on a photo of my podgy wee plates o' meat, just in case you doubted me... 

* bike information that is only "useless" to me, because I cant play too.