[field assistant: day two and three and four]

East Yorkshire. Ick. Well, ok. Let me be fair here. The actual landscape of the towns I visited (and of course my personal experience is limited) wasn't too bad. The towns had narrow picturesque streets but the myriad boarded up shops, dilapidated games arcades, and signs advertising caravans for let, somehow lent an aura of eerieness to the areas. The countryside was flat and empty. The sea was angry and the high tides came in very quickly. The beach at Speeton Sands was the scariest as, in certain places, there was only about 1 metre of beach and when the tides came in, they swooshed in silently so when we'd check on the status of the tide after an hour of digging into cliff sections, the water was almost upon us. Not exactly a seaside holiday, but all that running to miss the tides was good exercise. The most beautiful and pebble-strewn beaches had to be in a beautiful place called Fraisthorp. I kept thinking it would be full of strawberries (fraise in French)... or very cool (frais in French) there were no strawberries and we had excellent weather. I highly recommend a trip to that corner if ever up in East Yorkshire. Kingston upon Hull is definitely worth the visit and a walk across is cheaper than the 2 pound 70 toll. At least I can now very satisfacorily say that I have ventured to "the north" that is always advertised on motorway signs; another thing to cross off my list.