Danielle and I went a cycle ride in the Wolds this week. It was great to get out together. We stopped at Thixendale which is a really beautiful place to be. Sitting on the steps of the deceased Youth Hostel we were befriended by an old boy from the village. The only time he had left the village was to do his national service. We had a good chat about football [Tom Finney of course] and such like. I asked him how old he was, "Go on guess". He looked about as old as my mother so I said 1925. He was astounded and could not believe someone thought he was older than he really was; all good natured "you wait till I tell the wife kidder".
The photo is another from the South Shields riviera.
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