Last summer we managed to get sufficiently organised to have a mass family outing to Filey – my parents, one of my dad’s sisters and her husband, and all my siblings plus partners, children and dogs.It was a perfect day – the sun shone, the sky was blue, and the tide went out and came in at the perfect time (let’s ignore the winter trip to the seaside when we forgot to check high tide time and therefore never set foot on the sand).

We parked up on Filey Brig, then headed down to the beach:

Yorkshire white boys, factor 50 applied and ready for anything.


Dad and daughter.

Dogs had fun too.

The Coble Landing.

Hat too big?

Weeny waves, but enough to make for a refreshing dip.

More tomorrow.