The Passenger

evening all,

i have spent the last couple of days in the exotic holiday hotspot of Cleethorpes.
Sadly i was working so haven't even had the luxury of an ice cream or a turn on the crazy golf courses,

i did have the misfortune of using the filthiest toilets in England (which i suppose they could turn into a tourist attraction, the entry does have a turnstile and it is meant to be 20 p a pee,) but the Burghers of Cleethorpe have kindly waved that charge and allowed the disaffected to soil it for free.

I pinched this photo of a couple on the seafront from behind the glass of the windscreen, whilst they were gazing into the far horizon,

trying to spot a decent toilet i should imagine.

Right, that's it,

night all


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