Any Brit could finish this off for you, no trouble. But just in case you aren’t a Brit, and can’t, here are the words of this music hall song, now over a hundred years old.
And last Monday, the seaside was where we went, for a suitably British day out. To Saltburn-by-the-Sea in fact: ex-smuggling centre, and a popular Victorian resort which still has a charmingly olde-worlde air.
There’s the sea itself. People-and-dog-watching…
… beach huts …
… the all-important pier …
… which it’s obligatory to walk to the end of, to look at the sea again …
… the equally obligatory fish-and-chip lunch, preferably overlooking the sea …
… the boats in the small harbour …
… and the header mops up the final necessary sights: two surf-board enthusiasts, and even one seagull.
For Cee’s CMMC Challenge: Pick a topic from my photo.
And Debbie’s Six Word Saturday: I’ll get away with it, I think, as the ratio of words to photos is quite low.
From Pyrenees to Pennines 
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