There’s something special about small British coastal towns in the Autumn. You can cover miles of pebbled beach before you see another family. Breathe in the fresh air, listen to the waves crash against the walls. Talk about everything, or not speaking a word.

From running up and rolling down hills of pebbles to sitting and taking your time to find the perfect stone for skimming. Layering up for bright days of exploring modern sculptures to 16th Century buildings and playing for hours with toy sail boats on the boat pond just as children did before us in the 1950’s.