My daughter came up from Boston Spa for an old friend’s funeral. Before heading back, we naturally chose fish and ships for lunch to eat on the sea front as she had the dog with her, his first time on the beach.
We walked down from the Spanish City expecting to find a bench to sit on and enjoy the views.
No such luck. We ended up sitting on a well, next to a set of steps leading onto the beach, past the skate park.
What on earth has happened to our hospitality to tourists? No seating at all.
My husband comes from North Shields and we were married in Saltburn by Sea. End of the line on the train, but seating galore for all.
I know where I would rather be.