Summer Land – Forgotten Britain

A couple of years ago I went to the Edinburgh Fringe. Rather than drive – I had heard about the horrors of parking, I took the train. It’s a long old haul, and three hours in I was pretty bored. Then I went to a different era.
Suddenly, I was just there, beside the longest beach I had ever seen. Miles of it. Offshore, tankers sat idly in the distance and little Islands – many of them ransacked by Vikings a millennium ago – resting on the waves. A beautiful town…

I decided there and then that one day I would drive that route, and I have, and now I tell the tale.

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