A Bank Holiday in Cleethorpes, Lincolnshire, England, the World, the Universe!
That was how we used to write addresses in my childhood, back then Bank Holidays were nicer too, summers longer, sun shone more!
The last day of a Bank Holiday weekend . . .
Most people believe that summers were better in their childhood. Presumably that’s a mixture of rose-tinted nostalgia and, I suggest, the mind remembering the best things and simply forgetting the less interesting - whatever the theory it’s been a somewhat uninspiring Easter Weekend here in the Holy Shire.
Friday and Monday are national holidays, or were before all the shops had to be open thus denying many people the same privileges as others, so it’s been a 4 day break for many in the UK. A lot rides on it as well if you have a business in somewhere like Cleethorpes, it’s weekends like these which pay the bills, or not in this case.
Cleethorpes, Early 1900s, wonderful!
This weekend certainly wasn’t like the wonderful early scene on Cleethorpes beach seen above, a victim of the infamous British Weather.
Brits are often said to be obsessed with the weather and I’d agree, there’s a lot of ‘weather bores’ out there - why?
I think it’s unpredictability which is why so many take breaks abroad at this time of year, they’re almost sure of the weather in other countries.
I can’t really complain as I had a couple of days on the coast last week with glorious sunshine and I am already sporting a tan, I kid you not, but for those bound into the Bank Holiday and the resort traders it must be a real disappointment.
I’m hoping it will dry up a little here today and the grey, heavy scenes may clear allowing the sun to lift the spirits of everybody as it so clearly does.
I hope you’ve enjoyed you Easter Weekend wherever you are or whatever you’re doing.