Seaside memories

I spent today with family members who'd gathered for my dad's birthday (cheers Dad) and we went for a lovely walk down the cliffpaths at Goodrington beach. It's been a favourite stroll since I was a child growing up around there and little has changed in thirty years, so I couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic... I know I have copies of photographs of the loved ones I was with today, taken when I was little older than my own children are now...one particular photo sticks in my mind which shows my sister and I sporting some fetching velvet pedal pushers (remember them?) teamed with white knee length socks of course (cheers Mum!)

Anyway, as you know I'm a bit obsessed with the old beach hut, so it wasn't long before I was snapping away...

...and getting lots of funny looks for taking photos of flaking painted doors and different fixtures etc. Am I wierd for finding beauty in such mundane details? Do I need to get out more? Somebody please back me up! They are fascinating!

Anyway I thought I would end todays post with a photo of some artichoke heads taken in the gorgeous gardens on Goodrington green. Just glorious!