We headed to the seaside this morning. The closest coastal resort for Sheffielders is Cleethorpes in North Lincolnshire. It's where The North Sea meets The Humber.
Stew and Frances have hired a brand new Mini so we decided to give Clint a day of rest. It was nice to be sitting in the Mini's front passenger seat observing the world to the left of me. Not a view I am accustomed to as I am usually the driver.
It was not a summery day even though we are in mid-summer. Rain spat at our windscreen as we moved along the motorways - M1 to M18 to M180. We arrived on the seafront an hour and fifteen minutes after leaving home.
Cleethorpes is not the most salubrious of seaside resorts. It has seen better days and under leaden skies it appears more sorrowful that it looks on a sunny day. There were two teams of donkeys on the beach but no riders. We strolled up the promenade and back down.
In a way we were just passing time before entering Papa's fish and chip restaurant upon the town's short pier. We had reserved a table for 1pm and were led to a secluded corner of the establishment by a friendly waitress.
The fish and chip lunch was splendid. Our giant portions of battered codfish hung over the sides of our plates. There were slices of bread and butter, mushy peas and pots of tea too. In addition I ordered a "Hull patty". You don't get them in Sheffield and this one was particularly good . Essentially, it is a mashed potato cake specially seasoned with fresh sage and then battered.
After the fish and chip feast we went into an amusement arcade on the promenade to lose two pence pieces in tipping point machines. Then with the forecasted rain closing in, we decided to head home. Pity it wasn't a blue sky day but we enjoyed our little seaside day trip all the same.