Yesterday, I took a road trip to Filey on the North Yorkshire coast with my parents. My grandparents used to have a house there when my Mum was little, and Granny and Grandpa used to pack their four kids into the car at every given opportunity and drive up from Sheffield to Filey to their retreat by the sea. My Mum always speaks so fondly of Filey, so it was amazing to see first hand where she spent so many happy times with her two brothers, sister and parents. Pretty much unchanged since my Mum was a little girl, Filey still retains all the charm of an old seaside resort – souvenir shops selling sticks of rock ( yes I bought some!), an abundance of fish and chip shops and pastel blue beach huts on the beach.