Deep at heart I’m a sea person but I don’t seem to paint too many views and I’m not sure why. During early March, the family and I took a Sunday evening stroll along Redcar beach. Admittedly not my favourite place in the world, but how opinions can be so easily changed. With the sun setting behind us, a small fishing boat came ashore-before being pulled onto the beach by a vintage old tractor. Locals soon surrounded the boat and I figured there was a catch for sale. We bought two huge crabs, we took them home and enjoyed crab sandwiches on my homemade bread with lemon and black cracked pepper (oh and a bottle of wine). Simple pleasures. I’ve visited some of the most romantic beaches on the west coast of Scotland and Ireland, many iconic, but on this night in humble Redcar I wouldn’t have swapped for anywhere in the world.