History in the Sand

I am always in awe of the power of the sea. You never know what surprises it has in store as you walk along the beach.  Yesterday, after what must have been some pretty heavy tides through the week I saw this.

Sometimes the tank traps higher up the beach are visible, or just the very tops of them.  This time they are all fully exposed to show what the enemy would have faced had they tried to invade the Northumberland beaches.

Blyth was a submarine base during the war, and having so many long, exposed stretches of beaches meant they were ideal places to creep in unnoticed.

In this photo you can see the amount of sand that had been washed away - normally this is a sloping beach - you can see the 3ft high bank that had been left behind.

and then you find this...

 Anyone for a crab breakfast?

Battle of The Towels

I have always had a bit of a problem with towels being left on the floor, draped over the back of chairs or not folded in a uniform fashion.









I have long since given up trying to get my eldest son to hang up his towel to dry. I would even be happy if he just hung it on the back of a chair to be honest....I can compromise! However, I can just close his bedroom door and forget about it. (Perks of middle age memory loss)

Since we moved house and now have my elderly Father in Law living with us, the extent of my towel OCD has become evident.

Towel Wars!

We spent a small fortune on a gorgeous bathroom that is now being ruined by a bath towel.





Yes, the one at the bottom of this rail. I know the others are not 100% square or straight but they are neat and folded. They are my towels. The one at the bottom belongs to FIL who is completely oblivious of the need to hang it straight, neat and folded.

Although I now think he is playing a game with me.

Every day when I come in from work I fold it. I can't help myself. I have even forced myself to walk out of the bathroom and ignore it, but the very next time I walk past the door I'm in there again, folding.

This happens every. single. day.

Now. Every day FIL uses the towel after his shower. He must notice that it is neatly folded and looks lovely in my gorgeous bathroom.

So why then does he make a huge effort to shove it on the rail, willy nilly, crumpled and untidy?

He will not win this war. One day I will remove all the towels and tell him that unless he starts to follow my 'towel procedure' he will have to drip dry!

Anyone got the number of a good psychiatrist?