OK, so I had a week off and never got round to writing anything. But I did think about what to write now that I do make it happen.
MrsB had a week in Spain with her sister and a couple of friends while I stayed at home (but did at least take the time off work, unlike last year when she went to the same place). I also had some days out which we won't mention other than pointing to the pictures of Maldon, Norwich and the Bentwaters Airshow...
Anyway, I'd been thinking about holidays past for a couple of weeks after a day out with friends saw us up on the North Norfolk Coast at Sherringham (as pictured here). Not the most exciting of places, and indeed this is not the most exciting of photos either (but click it for more on flickr if you like) but it brought back a flood of memories for me.
We had several holidays in the vicinity when I was small (see the evidence) and seeing this archway to the beach made me remember:
Hours digging in the sand creating what we termed Water Works. Lots of interconnected pools that we would send water scurrting around from a bucket.
Eating and enjoying fresh prawns in a pub garden, but I can't bring myself to eat them at all these days.
A summer house/shed affair in the garden of the place we stayed at a couple of times. It seemed much more exciting than any shed has reason to be and was a great place to play on rainy days.
Berol pens.
Those shops you only got at seaside resorts in the 70s, where you could buy buckets and spades, anything you like covered in sea shells, toys and sweets composed entriely of e numbers. I know similar ones exist today, but they aren't the same.
Walking through country lanes without worrying about traffic.
Seeing a mole scurrying down one of those lanes in broad daylight.
Seemingly endless journeys in the back of the car to get there (hello Ford Cortina, Hillman Minx, Chrysler 180 and Alpine) with a pile of comics to keep us entertained.
And more that has escaped me in the last few days.
5 comments:
Holidays always seemed to last forever then too, didn't they?
I remember rushing squealing into the sea and spending hours in there just splashing around on a body board. I'd probably say it was way too cold to go in now!
Nice photos btw - I see the elephants have hit Ipswich too.
The elephants were in Norwich (from a parade 2 years ago!).
My mum tells a story of her sister being taken on a day trip to the seaside, getting off the coach and running straight into the water fully clothed. I think I'd also decline these days (in fact, having lived in Felixstowe for 20+ years now I've yet to dip a toe in).
What is it about prawns? When I was a kid they seemed like the most delectable seaside treat you could ever hope for. Now, like you, I give them a wide berth. Even the big ones taste like wet blotting paper.
Though I did have a pint of brown shrimps last week which were ace. I can't bring myself to eat the heads, but the rest goes down a treat, shell and all.
a-ha! Found you!
Thanks for your comment on my York Railway museum post. I have been a little lax of late and intend to pick it up again. I was planning to post and found your comment. How did you come to find the blog?
Anyway, I clicked on your photo and found my way to your blog. I didn't realise you had one, and since 2002 as well. I am very impressed. I can't say I have read many posts, but intend to read a few, and will link to your blog. BTW - are you on facebook?
Sorry to have missed you last week. I was out of sorts. I am not sure why. In part I don't think I had recovered from a long and intense trip to Boston, Chicago and Minneapolis recently.
Feeling better this weekend. We have just come back from Duxford. I will be posting on it soon.
best
Christian
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