British beaches just don’t do it for me at all, but Mrs Fogg loves them.

So off we pootle to “Filey”, which I am sorry is smaller and less packed than Scarborough, but for me equally unappealing location. The things you have to do for someone’s birthday. Oooo let’s do the British delicacy of fish n chips in a greasy spoon where in this era of silliness you have to wear a mask, or not in this restaurant (loose meaning of the word), because all of their staff found them uncomfortable and took the decision not to wear them, that’s alright then.

On then to pay and leave, ahh we don’t take card, cash only! So where’s the sign and more importantly where’s a cash machine? Queue in the Post Office (who weren’t doing cash on cards). So try the Safeway, nope, balance enquiry only, Barclays, Nationwide, Lloyds, all non-existent. Tesco, a 10 min walk later, to find one machine out of order and the other with a queue and some woman trying multiple cards to get cash. At last cash and the chance to release Mrs Fogg from the “restaurant”, £19.98 or we keep the Mrs (bit steep if you ask me as ransomes go). Here’s £20, now give me my change!