After a large Sunday lunch, and a good snooze, Cat decided to go and visit Runswick Bay, simply because she’d seen the signposts to it and it wasn’t very far away.  It turned out to be – like several round here – a village of two halves: The top, newer part, with a “bank top carpark” and hotel with views; and down the steep steep hill: the older fishing village, a beautiful little rabbit warren built up the side of the cliff, full of little alleys to all the houses and no visible car-parking, it was fascinating to walk round, never quite knowing where you were going to come out.  A short potter along the top of the seawall, and then it was time to head back up that steep hill and home.