Last week was Chris' birthday, and since he is as brilliant at planning little surprises (hotel room with a sea view anyone?) as he is awful at keeping them secret (he almost made it this time though) we went on an adventure to Clevedon in Somerset. When we lived in the South West, this little seaside town was our favourite haunt and of all of the things that we both achingly miss about living at the coast, our little trips to Clevedon ranks pretty high among them. So for two whole, beautiful, child-free days, we got to pretend to be 19 again and it was glorious.
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