Southview Leisure Park And 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 car &#8211; wonderful.<br><br>We stop in the village we are staying in and make a visit to the local pub for a drink. Dad and John have a pint of the local beer, which they both enjoy and we bump in to the other people from where we are staying. It turns out that they had been to Castle Acre and to a different bird reserve today, so we chatted to them for a while about where we&#8217;d all been and what we&#8217;d seen etc. before finishing up our drinks and heading back.

... Now and then he mentioned the fact that it was going to be a late night and even mentioned 2am. I looked at my watch it was 7:45. If I was not mistaken the couple sitting next to Helen had dropped off to sleep and the women next to me was sitting stone faced and not amused. Helen however was sniggling at my own stone face and little gripes, as well as my glaces back to Vera Lynn behind me. When Ken cracked another joke my upper lip curled half a mm and five ...

... 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

... food inside of me, it was time to leave the town, and draw the 'Skegness chapter' to a close. Reflecting upon the experience, it was *************eering one for myself, simply because it is a place visited on numerous occasions in the past, but it always leaves me wondering just what a foreign visitor would make of a town of this nature, which typifies the tacky, yet somehow alluring nature of a fair number of British coastal towns.<br>

... in the Jag and me on my bike. We found the shipping company that would be handling the bikes without any problem, however they didn&#8217;t have any waybills or any knowledge of the bikes being shipped out. The guys there were very helpful in contacting the right people to get the information and confirmation that they needed and sort everything out for the shipment. My bike was checked out pretty quickly and I was relieved when they told me a ...

We stayed four days in Skegness (never heard of it???) Its very famous for an outstanding event. I was born there. I haven't been back for over 40 yeas. Its a seaside resort in the true English fashion. the Sand, deck chairs, pier (well half of one anyway, the other half blew down in a storm 30 years ago). On the seafront ...

So goodbye Scotland. Have to come back someday&#8230; most definately. <br><br>It must be now the tiredness start to crawl in my old bones, since early waking is hard&#8230; <br>And the time before entering the towns are so similar somehow&#8230; Today it was a town called Boston and the venue Axe &amp; Cleaver. Yes, I know, is not Boston in the USA. We thought that too, hehe&#8230;<br><br>The town was quite small, so also the venue&#8230; but it seemed as a nice local pub&#8230; a bit ...

... t even stop to take a picture! We kept driving up towards Hunstanton and watched the windsurfers &amp; surfers from the cliffs in the awful weather. Drove back to see if we could find a camp ground&#8230;.the first one wanted £30per night, thought that was a bit steep! So kept driving on. Finally found a little camping ground near the sear in Snettisham which was much cheaper- £12per ...

... while collecting for the charities "pot", on that, for a change for this event, sunny day. Sadly, the last day of July saw the funeral in Grimsby of Susan, a striking, gifted, and long suffering friend, Linda Mortlocks sister, and ex partner of Roger Coult (who also tragically died this year). I'll always remember them both as valued regulars on the real ale bus trips and at the boozy parties at my old flat at 8A Abbey Drive West, in the Seventies.