Whitley friggin' Bay!
I was only about 7 or 8 at the time. My uncle had taken us to the beach on a weekend to give the dog a walk. While somewhere in front of the promenade (I remember a big concrete wall at the top of the beach) we happened across what looked like Casper having a seizure.

Even at that tender young age, I couldn't believe this couple had the bare-faced cheek to be shagging right in the middle of a public beach secluded by nothing more than a bedsheet. My older brother wanted to kick sand over them. My uncle ushered us past smirking and I, I did nothing. I was a completely gobsmacked innocent young boy.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 12 Oct 2007, 15:51, Reply)