Yesterday I went through a time warp and it was lovely. Yesterday I went to Mablethorpe.
Mablethorpe is a small seaside town about forty miles from where I live and I’d never been there before and I had missed a treat. In those forty miles I travelled back forty years. Mablethorpe is like the seaside towns of my childhood. There are sweet old fashioned beach huts. There are wide open sands with a lifeguard watching to keep everyone safe. There are children building sandcastles, And there are donkeys!
I love donkeys. When I was a child a visit to the seaside wasn’t complete without a ride. If we went to the seaside for a week it was the treat to be saved until the last day (and on one occasion when it rained I had my donkey ride whilst wearing a raincoat!). As an adult I used to visit a retreat house which had two donkeys and I think everyone used to go and whisper their secrets to the donkeys.
But I digress. Mablethorpe is just plain lovely. The local primary school had brought the children to the beach to play and the teachers and quite a few helpers were sitting sunning themselves whilst keeping a very careful eye on the children who were running, playing rounders, building sandcastles and generally having a great time. I rode my trundle truck along the front and chatted to people enjoying ice creams, fish and chips or just a quiet stroll. And everywhere was so clean – the children cleared up after themselves and a couple of teachers did a “just in case” litter round.
It really was like the seaside of the fifties and early sixties, the seaside of my childhood. The one thing I missed? Fish and chips are no longer sold in newspaper!