Skegness was the staple holiday of my childhood. We ventured there pretty much every year, and we had our firm traditions. We stayed in the same hotel, ate at the same chip shop, got sticks of rock with our names on them, as well as a hairband with my name on it, bought postcards to send to family and friends, and I had the obligatory donkey ride – although I don’t think I’d get away with it now at 26, would I?
(This post is originally from June 2017, but better late than never, eh?)
A nostalgic trip down memory lane.
My parents and I had been meaning to go back there for years, as a sort of family pilgrimage-type-thing. And, last June, on the hottest day of the year, we managed it!
Shall I spoil the surprise and say it’s not how I remember it? I haven’t been since my early teens, so of course it was bound to have changed, but it actually seemed a shame to see it looking the way it did. It wasn’t exactly plain sailing either, as almost everything was closed!
For starters, when you go to the seaside on the hottest day of the year, you’d expect it to be pretty packed, wouldn’t you?
30 degrees was… optimistic in Skegness, shall we say? In fact, it started drizzling when we approached the little Lincolnshire town.
The whole town was dead. When we had chips, there weren’t even many seagulls around to nick them out of the paper…
Don’t Get Tide Down…
The first stop on our adventure was the beach, despite the drizzle! My mum wouldn’t step onto the sand, because she didn’t want sandy feet, so that just left my Dad and I wandering towards the waves.
It’s years since I last stepped foot on a sandy beach, even if it was marred with litter (that I consequently spent ages editing out in Lightroom – you’re welcome.)
There was barely anyone else there. Just my Dad and I, a family consisting of young, excitable children and exhausted parents, and the head of a cocky topless man floating in the sea; his head occasionally bobbing up and down as he showed off to his young daughter on the beach. She wasn’t impressed by his swimming/floating antics.
Plus a couple of very bored-looking lifeguards, who were packing up and leaving after a seemingly quiet summer’s day. That was it!
When we were about to leave the beach, we looked over and saw plumes of smoke coming from the pier. Seeing as we were on the other side of the beach, we couldn’t really rush and help.
Somebody nearby got their phone out and began ringing 999, so we didn’t have to.
Apparently, somebody left a disposable barbecue on some grass near the beach and it set fire to it. (Smart points for them, eh?)
Thankfully, nobody was injured, which is the main thing.
(Can you really tell I’m struggling for things to write about, because there was hardly anything to do? Not even crazy golf!)
When pretty much everything in town is shut, you don’t have a lot of choice food-wise. So, we ended up aimlessly wandering around looking for food.
We ended up getting grumpy with each other because our chip cravings were getting too severe, and I was getting far too engrossed in finding a 5* gourmet chip shop on Trip Advisor that also had the highest possible hygiene rating on a special app I’ve got on my phone. (Yes, I know I’m a pain to live with. My perfectionism is far-reaching.)
We should probably have just taken it with a pinch of salt.*
(*genuinely can’t help all these terrible beach puns. I’m sorry.)
The British Seaside Delicacy: Fish & Chips
It’s not really a trip to the seaside without a good portion of fish & chips, is it? After browsing Trip Advisor and my Food Hygiene rating app, we finally settled on an eatery. (I probably need to get a life and live a little, don’t I?)
In the end, we ended up at Harry Ramsbottoms on the seafront.
I just settled for a portion of chips, rather than the whole shebang. Further proof I need to live a little.
I really like this photo, even though it was entirely accidental. I was taking a photo of the benches and seafront outside while sat in the chip shop, and this lady just sat down just before I pressed the shutter. I didn’t even see her sat there until I looked at the photo on my camera screen afterwards!
It’s Not the Plaice It Once Was…
I feel really bad for saying it, but Skegness looks a bit… neglected nowadays. Even on the hottest day of the year, it was a ghost town: shops, cafes, and even pubs were shut by 6-7pm!
My photos don’t help matters – I couldn’t really take any that didn’t make it look a little dilapidated.
It was so nice to go back, for the memories, but it’s such a shame there was so little for us to see and do! (And it’s also such a shame that the sun couldn’t show its face on the hottest day of 2017 either!)
We were going to get some pub grub before our trek home, but the only pub off the main road shut at 7pm! So, obviously, we had no choice but to get fish & chips… How awful for us.
All we did there was go for a walk on the beach, and then along the high street, and then had some chips, before venturing into the arcade (just because it was the only place still open that had toilets, and we had a long journey ahead of us!) and then we left. Wasn’t really worth several hours in the car, was it?
Some random pictures of Skegness:
Have you ever been to Skegness?