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 Mablethorpe.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, Mablethorpe
Mablethorpe 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 Mablethorpe.
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
Sounds like aperfectly lovely getaway, and sounds like every had a wonderful time, save the long wait for desserts!
ReplyDeleteShame about the desserts as the main courses had been excellent and arrived after just a ten minute wait.
DeleteSounds like a fun getaway!
ReplyDeleteYou are right Ellen.
DeleteA good time was had by all. The wind vane is interesting and it appears some smiting with a golf club is underway.
ReplyDeleteI think you are supposed to shout "Fore!"
DeleteThat hut had a bigger kitchen than I do!
ReplyDeleteGlad you all had a good time and good weather. Walks on the beach=heaven.
It all turned out better than I expected.
DeleteWhat? No pictures of you in your Speedo? On second thought, never mind.
ReplyDeleteYou will just have to imagine it Bruce... enviously!
DeleteI am very relieved to read that you were all fed and watered well enough in spite of the depriving nature of such a rough stay out in the wilderness.
ReplyDeleteKidding aside, it really sounds like a wonderful weekend for the entire family.
The others had never been to Louth and can I share a secret? Here in Sheffield they live on Louth Road!
DeleteBeautiful photos, thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome Madame.
DeleteIt looks like your all had a couple of days. fabulous family holiday
ReplyDeleteThank heavens for the weather which made it all the more special.
DeleteYour "roughing it" weekend looks like a lot of fun!
ReplyDeleteI am so glad I booked that place. Perfect.
DeleteIt sounds an idyllic break.
ReplyDeleteIt was also an idle break.
DeleteA nice get-away weekend. Love the photos of the girls - Margot with her sun shades looking very cool. The one of Phoebe reminds of ones I had taken at a simlar age - all trussed up in warm clothes, only it was usually June!
ReplyDeleteWhen we arrived at that beach she wanted to know where her swimming costume was!
DeleteIs a walk on a golf course, a good walk, not a good walk spoiled?
ReplyDeleteIt would have been spoiled if a golf ball had bounced off my head.
DeleteMablethorpe - Great Grandad Dunham's birthplace (Saleby) before he moved to work in the docks in Goole.
ReplyDeleteI never realised that you have a mixed race heritage.
DeleteA hut can be a very cozy place.
ReplyDeletePhoebe and Margot loved it as much as we did.
DeleteSounds like a delightful weekend!
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