Went for a day out to the Great British Seaside (East Coast version) on Friday. The uber colony known as Skegness. The site of the first Butlins.
We went by train from Grantham, via Sleaford and Boston. When we got there, the horde of returning travellers was quite large. Apparently the 11.15 from Skeg was over subscribed, and later on the board was still suggesting that stations down the line advise people to choose a later train..
Considering it was still term time, there were quite a few kiddies around. Quite a few OAP version of quadbikes too. Walking towards the pier, we took the High St route. Not a normal looking High St.. all those tourist shops.. not really that many 'normal' shops at all.
We walked up to the Pier, and let the sand get in our shoes. Whatever wasn't brill about Skeg, the sand was, to quote the guy from Twin Peaks, was 'mighty fine'. Last time I did Skeg was 2 years back, and it was surprising then how high the sand had become against the sea defences even then. Only at the very end of the Pier can you now walk under it, 75% of it you'd need to be a 2 yr old to be able to fit, if that. I left Mum for a bit to take a 'comfort break' as them Yanks call it, and walked the length of the unercover part of the Pier. Pretty much deserted apart from uniformed folks spraying the glass on any one-armed bandit they could find. Shiny Shiny!
We walked up the left side of Skeggy, past Natureland, and the boating canal on that side, and back down to the mass carparks, boating lake and the pitch&putt. Past the Imperial and the Grand Hotels.. somehow the Grand Hotel, Skeggy didn't look much like its Brighton namesake...
I'd taken my camera to get some shots.. ended up with a shot of some kids setting off on a donkey ride..
We managed to fill an entire 4 hours in Skeggy.. Next time, we'll do Ingoldmels, and Butlins... *cough cough*
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