Overstrand

Isobel, Stanley and I headed East, about as Far East as you can go, to Overstrand to see my Dad and his wife, Margot.

The journey there was a nightmare, over 6 hours instead of the expected 4 and a half, the roads are mostly single carriageway and were full of caravans and lorries - aarrgghh.

After lunch we headed down to the beach at Overstrand to stretch some very cramped legs!