So I have had 3 days off in Easter and travelled up to the East Coast.
Travelled around 700 miles in the car but visited some inspiring places, but nature conspired against me and delved the coast in thick fog for the 2 days! Beautiful to walk in but not a single shot could be taken and there was nothing to be seen nor heard. The wind was still and the sea silently lapped, emerging from the sea fog.
However, I fell in love with the trees and geology of Yorkshire.
Hull was flat, Scunthorpe was massive, everywhere seemed to dwarf Wales! I have a new found love for trees and hatred for the forestry commission in Wales though now.
And the best part of the trip was I can now say I have stayed in 'Boggle Hole'; it makes me smile no end and was a magical place and would be more so in the sunshine. Bring on September...