Welcome one and all to my beach hut

Grab a deck chair, Tea or coffee and help yourself to a buiscuit but you'd better mind the seaguls or they'll grab them first. Just look at that view and doesn't the sea look inviting.

Sunday, 3 April 2011

Only 1st Sunday of April but its blooming good here in Skegness

Just got back from a stroll along the sea front here in Skegness and I must confess that even though its just the first weekend in April the signs are really good that this year will be a busy one. I cant remember seeing all our walkways so clear of sand so early in the year, I can remember last year people not happy that Lagoon walk was still blocked and thar was just a few days before Easter, I even saw the council tractor out today ( a Sunday would you believe it ) clearing sand off of North Bracing. Plenty of activity on the beach and even saw a group of brave souls going for a dip in the sea. Ice scream stalls were doing a good trade, the fun fair was bury and even the donkies were out taking happy children for a ride. Seemed like a lot of family's were taking the opportunity of a day on the coast for a Mothers Day treat. Quite a few Bikers in town (think there is a bikers weekend over at Butlins) most of them were relaxing in the sunshine by there bikes, but alas there is always one who finding the road clear from the pier to the clock tower decided to open the throttle and show off with a wheelie, only he didn't count on company so quickly as a motocycle cop pulled out of a side street as he past, well he won't be repeating that trick in a hurry again in Skegness. Everywhere elso so it was all smiles and thoughts we hope of returning again for the Easter brake.


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  2. By the Seaside

    The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest,
    And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest;
    Air slumbers--wave with wave no longer strives,
    Only a heaving of the deep survives,
    A tell-tale motion! soon will it be laid,
    And by the tide alone the water swayed.
    Stealthy with-drawings, intermingling s mild
    Of light with shade in beauty reconciled--
    Such is the prospect far as sight can range,
    The soothing recompense, the welcome change.
    Where, now, the ships that drove before the blast,
    Threatened by angry breakers as they passed;
    And by a train of flying clouds be-mocked;
    Or, in the hollow surge, at anchor rocked
    As on a bed of death? Some lodge in peace,
    Saved by His care who bade the tempest cease;
    And some, too heedless of past danger, court
    Fresh gales to waft them to the far-off port
    But near, or hanging sea and sky between,
    Not one of all those winged powers is seen,
    Seen in her course, nor 'mid this quiet heard;
    Yet oh! how gladly would the air be stirred
    By some acknowledgment of thanks and praise,
    Soft in its temper as those vesper lays
    Sung to the Virgin while accordant oars
    Urge the slow bark along Calabrian shores;
    A sea-born service through the mountains felt
    Till into one loved vision all things melt:
    Or like those hymns that soothe with graver sound
    The gulfy coast of Norway iron-bound;
    And, from the wide and open Baltic, rise
    With punctual care, Lutherian harmonies.
    Hush, not a voice is here! but why repine,
    Now when the star of eve comes forth to shine
    On British waters with that look benign?
    Ye mariners, that plough your onward way,
    Or in the haven rest, or sheltering bay,
    May silent thanks at least to God be given
    With a full heart; "our thoughts are 'heard' in heaven."

    William Wordsworth

  3. Thanks for that Mike, Wonderful