A day down at the sandy shores of Cleethorpes.
This was late January, brisk but bright. We got there just in time to see the bridled donkeys being led away, and then wandered up the pier & along the tide marks gathering tiny pink shells.
We walked towards the rusting rollercoaster & Ferris wheel, unshackled from its summer cargo of seating cages...
Walking back towards the station, the evening was closing in...










