On Sunday, when we awoke to the sun tickling our eyelids, we did what most British would do given half a chance on a Bank Holiday and headed to the coast.  After filling up on almond croissants and chai tea, we donned overly SUMMERY clothes - okay I donned overly summery clothes - a swingy smock-ey, printed, sleevless not very there swing top and patterned skinny jeans, flip flops and sandals.  And sunglasses.  Which i can't see too well out of, and i am also convinced they make me a bit deaf too, but that's another story.  We headed t…