Being a girl born in the midlands, ANY kind of trip to the seaside is a big deal. However, a trip when basked in lovely spring sunshine, is an even bigger deal.
I took the pooch to Vetnor on a visit to see my dad on the Isle of Wight. As I expected he nearly lost his mind on the beach, it was his first time.
Vetnor is a really lovely Victorian town on the south-east coast of the Isle of Wight. The architecture there is the very recognisable Victorian townhouse, most of the town was built around the 1860s when it became a popular resort for holidays and health. It was thought that the fresh sea air would help those suffering with consumption.
I don't have consumption, neither does the pooch, but we both felt a lot better after a stroll along the beach, and a quick visit to Vetnor Haven Fishery.
Guess who is poking his nose in to the picture of that dead seagull?
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