Windyridge

This beach hut caught my eye.
When I was a baby till aged 6, we lived in Hamilton on a delightfully named road - Windyridge.

We left Southwold and drove home today. Our tradition saw us have bacon rolls & coffee for breakfast at the North Parade blue beach hut cafe then a final game of putting before hitting the road.

Managed to get two loads of washing done and dried outside in the the warm sunny wind.
Nice to be back in our own bed.
Night night.