Sun, sea and sand, in my dreams. That was my wish for Saturday's weather. There was sea, there was sand, but there was definitely no sun. For the first time since lockdown two of my grandchildren stayed with me for the weekend. I decided that whatever the weather we were going to the seaside. When we left it was raining, it rained the whole journey and when we arrived in Fleetwood, it was still raining. As Peter Kay has joked " it was the kind of rain that wets you through, you know the fine stuff".
The sea front was almost deserted, but there were a few hardy souls walking their dogs. The sea was quite wild with plenty of white horses. My grandchildren enjoyed the zip wire even though they looked like drowned rats afterwards. Fortunately the beach log cabin was opened and although we couldn't go inside, we got a very welcome cup of tea.
We decided to go in search of fish and chips because you can't possibly go to the seaside without doing this. We set off again and journeyed down the coast to Blackpool where there were crowds galore. Not what we were expecting at all. So, we drove on to Lytham which wasn't as crowded. We went in searh of fish and chips but was disappointed. However, there were several cafes open and we did have scrumptious meal. By this time it had stopped raining and we wandered to the seafront. With great joy we spotted an ice cream van and we all enjoyed a cone with a flake and raspberry and chocolate sauce. A good day was had by all.
Thank you, God, for the joy of children who whatever the weather put a smile on our face.
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