How pleasant to stroll along Filey’s wide sands on a sunny September day. Enough breeze off the sea to keep the temperature pleasant for walking. A retreating tide, few waves in the shelter of the Brig, a few more as we went South. Along the unstable cliffs several houses too close for comfort.
At Filey the fishing boats come in close to shore and are then heaved onto a trailer and hauled up the beach by a tractor — there is no harbour but the Brig must provide protection from the worst of the weather. Mussel shells abound on the beach but few really interesting pebbles, and fewer fossils. Some brief patches as the tide ebbed, of the lugworms tiny spiky cities.
