Lindsay and I have birthdays just over a week apart and, as you might suspect, this causes problems. Well, I say problems, it’s more the case that we both like doing things that are awesome, wicked and ace but can’t quite persuade all of our friends (each other included) to have quite that much fun in the space of two weekends.
Inevitably, this sort of situation leads to compromises in all quarters and usually, if I’ve been good, Lindsay graciously allows me to tag along on whatever trip she has planned*.
This year saw all the cool kids camping just outside Scarborough for a spot of jaunting up and down the coast and an eventual journey inland to Flamingo Land†.
Sounds pretty simple doesn’t it? Camping, pottering about, surely we should’ve been abseiling or paintballing or grappling with Ninjas in a forbidden temple, right?
Wrong. Daft as it sounds, I’ve never had quite so much fun on my birthday as watching Susie get drenched by a wave cresting the seawall at Sandsend or eating cake with a Gedling Leisure Card in some remote Yorkshire car park. As for Flamingo Land; Fuck Yeah!
Happy days.
Gallery: Robin Hood’s Bay and Whitby
Gallery: Flamingo Land
* I jest, of course. It’s really a highly democratic process ^_^
†Dude, seriously, you’ve no idea.
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