No kitchen sink drama, or Prick Up You Ears here Buh. Though I did like A Kind of Loving on the telebox with Joanne Whalley before she got Kilmered. So, here's my stab at Friday Night, Saturday Morning. Work done, and conveniently ending on the coast road, a flint pebble throw from the Staithe at the eponymous Burnham Overy Staithe, I'd been through Chelsea near the Sea on the way, and still floods on the Green. The reason for my brief Staithe-side stop? An unfolding anti-cyclonic sunset, that's what. Tide making, oyster catchers peeping and Discovery Evoque's purring. Bet many holiday home owners were watching it too, hunkered down away from the prying eyes of the Curtain Twitcher Stasi Snitchers. Until their braying draws the attention of the local plod, and getting sent back home with several 200 quid fines per Discovery and a stern talking to, at a suitable distance and through the standard blue mask. Rozzers do love a nice Bimmer to drive don't they?