I know it’s not ‘Golden Sands’ and azure sea’s but I really enjoyed the day out at the seaside.
The whole day went really well, seven of us in a mini van, or people carrier as they seem to be called now, listening to Michael Jackson on the way there through the twists and turns of the Lincolnshire country roads playing a game that I can only title ‘Name That Item’ whereby someone tries to point out something they see before anyone else does. Doesn’t sounds very interesting and is a bit simple to point and say ‘house’ or ‘bike’ but like any running joke after a while it becomes so silly that no one can help but laugh.
We didn’t go all that early and arrived in the mid morning anticipation of a long, tiring and exciting day. The sun was shining and the temperature seemed high, so much so that I thought I might get a chance to work on a tan. No time for that. First order of the day, get a chalet, open the deck chairs and have a drink, relax!
After the chilling out in the warm light we took ourselves down to the waterfront, some for paddling and I for having a little swim. To my surprise the beach itself was quite golden and although I didn’t see any of the seemingly redundant Blue Flags it looked fine and clean and from a distance the water even looked blue. Up close it wasn’t all that clear and the sand swirling around in the water clouded any view, but these waters are cold. That was the first thing I had to get used to, I’d forgotten just how cold the sea on the coast here is but after a few gingerly steps out into the water I decided the best thing would be to quickly splash myself and jump in and after a few minutes it didn’t seem all that bad. The waves weren’t quite high enough for surfing but still had enough in them to propel us forward when floating around which made this thirty three year old suddenly seem to be going on eight or ten. I think this is the wonder of the seaside, at least for me. This idea that the English coast holiday is something that we do as kids since any grown up would really want to go somewhere else. I’m not sure that this should be how it is though, as soon as I started swimming around all the thoughts of ‘must get a holiday abroad’ disappeared and a great sense of well being was pouring over me, spending time with family and enjoying something so simple.
From the beach we went to some of the activities on the front, crazy golf is a traditional seaside sport that I don’t recall ever playing anywhere else and on to the boating lake and the arcades. I didn’t go in the boat myself but walked round the lake watching while the others peddled like mad to get a little speed going and not being able to steer this giant swan looking pedalo under a bridge nearly crashing the thing into wall. From there we went onto the one arm bandits or penny slots with the two pence and fives saved since we decided to go there. Needless to say, they didn’t last very long, but still spending time there with all the others and watching my nephew playing on the games was great.
We also had a walk around town, sat on the beach for a while and generally took things easy. The highlights for me, of course the swimming, but the journey there and back again where myself and my sister were giggling so much you could have mistaken us for children going on holiday with our parents and being naughty while they had to concentrate on the road. I don’t recall us going on holiday together when we were younger although there are pictures to show we did, so this has been fantastic for me, spending time with her, laughing and being happy. Now I have happy memories aplenty.
On the subject of pictures, we didn’t take any. None of us took a camera, perhaps a strange thing for a photography student but I was more interested in having the experience than recording it, perhaps next time?
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