Best Western The Vine Hotel Skegness

... to Blakeney &#8211; again me and John have been there before, but mum and dad haven&#8217;t, we look round the book sale and then a small craft fair before taking a stroll along the harbour.<br><br>Last stop for dinner before going back was in Wells-next-the-sea where we go into Whin Hill Cider shop. Mum, dad and John taste some ciders and ma and pa purchase a couple of bottles. Fish and chips for dinner tonight &#8211; yum!

... the audio guides and wander round.<br><br>There is a black cat there who was a real fusspot, just wanted to be stroked, so we all stroke and fuss him and then we walk off. He seems to follow us for the first few points of the audio tour, so we end up naming him &#8211; Melkin. Melkin followed us all the way round the priory, he never really left our sides, particularly my dads, he was a real friendly cat.<br><br>Castle Acre priory is quite a substantial ruin of an old ...

Ok it's been a long time since we blogged and NO we are not as yet on another trip but our adventures continue anyway. So in an effort to remember all the crazy things we do I decided to add last nights events to our blog.<br>Location - Embassy Theater, Skegness<br>Event - Ken Dodd<br>Duration - ermmm wait and see..<br><br>I had heard a lot of talk about Ken Dodd live, lost of people had mentioned he goes on for hours (lucky gals) and gives a good performance ...

... for Fantasy Island so that was the kids sorted <br><br>I managed a relaxing day when the girls (including Granny ) went shopping and I went fishing on the morning tide. Wrong time of the year really so all I ended up with was a couple of Weaver fish on the daytime tide

... of the more prominent British seaside town of Skegness, the drama unfolded. This trip was actually a 'family gathering' of sorts, and involved an 'indoor' version of what was to be intended as an outdoor barbeque (blame the weather!), followed by a trip the following morning into the oh-so-bracing seaside resort town of Skegness. While amusement complexes line the seafront, and shops line the High Street, the town itself has weathered ...

... fairing and some scratches on either side. Several fairing mounts were trashed as was the front suspension where the forks attach to the frame, but the cast aluminum forks and everything but the rim itself looked to be in pretty good shape and there was no damage visible to the frame or drive train of the bike. In fact, it even started up pretty easily. Overall, it certainly didn&#8217;t look like a write off, and it should be easily repairable ...

... can get anything to eat, providing its deep fried with chips. Lucky my cousin saved us from cholesterol overload by providing us with delicious meals. I visited my old home and was shown the actual room I was born in.<br><br>We then caught the train to York where we are staying for the next four days. "ee, ain't it grand"

... standars that I have to establish before I could call my self a photographer. I see it now, it is a bit silly&#8230; but one has to decide why you want to a certain thing, then do it, and let no one stop you, even if you suck. And stop comparing yourself to others, people you look up to and admire &#8211; there will always be the ones yu are better than you, but hey&#8230; you have the same right to do things, play the drums or photograph, if it feels as the right thing. Hell yeah ...

MAY DAY Bit of a later start than we had hoped&#8230;.but finally got going later afternoon (ended up sending out last minute wedding invites!) It's raining &#8230;what&#8217;s new!? We headed north, and took the A1. It&#8217;s a pretty wet day, and as we drove through Sandringham (past Sandringham House where there is a Royal Military base!) Huge gate&#8230;but it was so wet we didn ...

... to dawn on me what I had let myself in for. Looking back on it now it is hard to imagine how I felt, mainly because I now know what I have encountered over the last year, but before I left I was stepping into the complete unknown... anything could happen!<br><br>Anyway, to try and counterbalance the feelings of anxiety I got really really drunk and ended up puking in my tent (which I was sharing with my unfortunate friend Rich).