27 October 2025

Weekend

Phoebe insisted on calling our Lincolnshire lodge a hut. It was perfect. So clean, so well-maintained and so warm and comfortable. Twenty five yards away there was an indoor swimming pool attached to Kenwick Park Hotel. On Saturday afternoon, your intrepid correspondent donned his skimpy red speedos and dived in with the rest of them. Phoebe was a like an eel as Margot relaxed in the water like a basking shark.

We really struck lucky with the weather. Mostly there was bright autumnal sunshine with a little chill in the air. On Saturday morning, we mooched around Louth, had lunch in a nice little cafe and visited the local museum. before Margot had to get back to the hut for her middle-of-the-day nap.
St Helen's Church, Little Cawthorpe

On Sunday morning, I was up bright and early, walking on a public footpath that headed south over the golf course to two villages that sit on the very edge of The Lincolnshire Wolds - Legbourne and Little Cawthorpe. The walk took just over two hours and then we set off for the coast - to the unsophisticated little resort of Mabelthorpe.

We enjoyed a light lunch in Gerardo's on the high street. Beforehand, we had walked half a mile along the seafront. After visiting the lifeboat station, Phoebe was keen to write her name in the sand.

A motorcycle racing event was about to take place further along those broad sands as the tide receded. Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of bikers in town. 
In Jacksons amusement arcade, Mabelthorpe

Mabelthorpe is a tacky, working class resort and I had not been there in many years. The majority of visitors stay on sprawling caravan parks and hanging outside one high street souvenir shop I was amused by a T-shirt that read, "What happens in the caravan stays in the caravan". That is so Mabelthorpe.
Stew and Margot

Back in Louth, we had a very late Sunday lunch in "The Woolpack Inn". It was excellent apart from the ridiculously long wait we endured before the arrival of our  desserts. Not good when you have two little girls with you and it's almost their bathtime. Ah well.

It was a great weekend that will live long in our memories even though we had to sleep in a hut.
On Kenwick Park's golf course

No comments:

Post a Comment

Mr Pudding welcomes all genuine comments - even those with which he disagrees. However, puerile or abusive comments from anonymous contributors will continue to be given the short shrift they deserve. Any spam comments that get through Google/Blogger defences will also be quickly deleted.

Most Visits