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Raise your glass!

We had another fabulous day on the beach collecting sea glass of colours that spanned the whole spectrum. It takes some imagination and guesswork at the time of picking them up because the vast majority you find are white (or clear) and green, so it’s much of a muchness.

Depending on how long the glass has been in the sea, you get these beautiful in-between colours, where green takes a yellow hue, and brown goes a bit orange. White (or clear) can go a bit blue, while red is the rarest of the lot. Did they ever make red glass back in the day?

Some are rounded while others still have edges, and some look polished while others are rough. The clarity varies too, and every now and again — if you’re lucky, like our son tends to be — you find a piece of glass that has two or even three colours in it, as if several pieces of glass were smashed together and fused by the sea.

There was a bottleworks in Seaham that closed down just over a hundred years ago, but while it operated it used to dump waste glass in the North Sea, so what washes up with each tide is a bit of history that looks rather magnificent when you line it up on a blank piece of white card.

Another great find of ours was the Bully pork scratchings in B&M Bargains. Super, smashing, great! You can’t beat a bit of Bully pork scratchings. Fair play to the brand and design team, they’ve got it all there on the packaging. When it comes to pork scratchings, you can’t mess around.

As a post-script to the weekend — since we were in the area (and since our son had already had his photo take outside of St James’ Park in Newcastle) — we decided to swing by the Stadium of Light in Sunderland and the Riverside in Middlesbrough on our way home as our mission to visit every football league ground makes a relatively mild start.

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Bucket (no spade)

After working the morning, I took the afternoon off to pack for a weekend away in Seaham. It was something we did a couple of years ago, and we loved sifting through the sand looking for sea glass on the sea shore (she sold all the sea shells, whoever she is, so sea glass is the new sea shells) and so we booked a return and stayed in the very same apartment as last time.

We’ve been getting our son into the spirit of the World Cup by teaching him some of the songs and anthems that get a good airing on Spotify at this moment in time, so he was confidently belting out ‘Me and me Mam and me Dad and me Gran, we’re off to Waterloo; me and me Mam and me Dad and me Gran, with a bucket of Vindaloo’ on the car journey there.

Bucket!

Proud moment. It nudged his score of 5/5 in his spelling test into second place in a list of his achievements today. It did make me wonder how unappetising it would be to use a bucket as a vessel for your curry, but it clearly wasn’t a concern for the Colonel as KFC have been selling chicken by the bucketload quite literally for years, possibly pre-dating Vindaloo — and maybe, just maybe, that’s where Fat Les got the idea from. I could absolutely believe Keith Allen would eat out of a bucket. Alex James and Damien Hirst, absolutely not.

We got some fish and chips from Downey’s — one of five fish and chip shops in and around the Sunderland area owned by a couple of brothers — and ate them out of a box. One of the brothers is called Glen and he spent 18 months a Grimsby Town player. He barely played in all that time but did come off the bench once, in an away game at Wrexham, and scored a winning goal. He never played again, so he became one of the club’s most enigmatic players. He’s since cracked on building his fish and chip empire in the North East. They’re pretty good, and as someone who grew up eating fish and chips every weekend I’d say I’m more qualified than Grace Dent to say whether a chippy is good or not.

We spent the early evening getting our eye in for spotting the little nuggets of glass that sparkle among the pebbles. It’s a fascinating beach and we could’ve spent longer there, but with the temperature dropping and tide encroaching we decided to call it a day and headed back to the apartment where we watched those crazy Canadians snatch a draw against Bosnia.

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