I find it hard to throw things out. Other people love it - they gaily chuck stuff into the bin and then revel in all the beautiful space around them. Me, I find it hard. I don't mean like, throwing out crisp packets. But things that have meant something to me. Or might have meant something to me. Or if I can't really remember whether they meant something to me or not, but who knows, maybe they did! Anyway, today has been a throwing-out day, so it's been hard. I did go to a new place - it was the new promenade and bay at Seaham Harbour. Here is the bay in the evening:
But because I'm really a bit too tired and emotional to write much more, here instead are some images from late-80s copies of Just 17 and Smash Hits. Michael Jackson, Christian Bale and Philip Schofield, as they used to be.