Memories of Atwick
Our family (from Bradford) would rent one of the chalets on the cliff top at the end of Cliff Road, 2nd in on the left I think. Me and my 2 sisters would walk down to the farm at the end of the road for fresh milk. Each year the garden got smaller as the cliff collapsed. We had the WW2 pillboxes on the beach to play in. RAF planes would have target practice over the sea. The yearly trip into Bridlington for a trip on the Yokshire Belle or the Boys Own round to Flamborough Head.