We were staying at Kas’s mum’s house for the Easter weekend. It must have been Easter because we were in the North-East for at least 3 days. So by definition this must have been Good Friday. We’d driven up in the morning (must have done, because we logged a geocache on the M1 near Sheffield).
We decided we’d go down to the beach at Seaham to collect a bit of sea-worn glass and similar substances, and to get a bit of fresh air while we could. And on Seaham beach at this time of year the air is normally quite fresh. But the kids enjoyed it and, in a cold, windy sort of way, so did I.