Spittal

We came home via A1 and called in at Spittal as it is years since I’d been. My grandfather retired there and I used to go for little holidays. His little house has been extended and is dwarfed by new houses to the side. He used to own the fields there and rent them out to the man with the beach ponies. The Edinburgh /London train line is above where the fields were and behind is a new housing estate.

The town was so quiet with only one family on the huge beach. We took a walk up the cliff path to enjoy the view.

We got back home to find not only has Davis resigned but also that toad Boris. Let’s hope Brexit falls apart.