After the excesses of the morning's walk, we rode over to Bridlington to have a look around the harbour. Bridlington's still a working harbour, as well as a seaside town.
I love all the machinery.
This lifeboat crew had been called out by the coastguard, but the call seemed to be abortive.
I loved this rusty old boat. You can see the shadow of some stupid geezer taking a picture.
Time for a conference.
It may have been the end of the season, but the funfair was still functioning.
This is a wonderful contraption, for lifting boats into and out of the water.
Where there's fish and chips, there's greedy seagulls.
