Things have been pretty hectic lately so when my ‘friend with a place in Filey’ suggested we spend a weekend over there I couldn’t wait to escape on the road to the sea. As we trundled through the countryside he suggested we organise an old school, 70s style picnic but our recollection of the 70s was markedly different…possibly because he spent more time in it than I did.
Still the sun was shining, the skies were blue and after a wrestling match with the popup wind break we laid out our feast – home-made egg mayo and prawn cocktail sarnies plus brie and grape (an allowance for my more modern tastes), crisps (always have to be salt and vinegar) and then predictably not the orange Squash we’d discussed but a collection of wine, new fangled blackberry Pimms and champagne (which really should have been Babycham but beggars can’t be choosers). Trying to tune in the radio did take me back to my childhood though and before long we were leaning back into the windbreak with the papers and falling asleep to the sound of distant waves. Absolute bliss whatever the decade. And yes we did wake up before the tide turned.