Last weekend of the school holidays and Val and I thought we'd hire a car for the weekend and take the grandkids to the sea side. Saturday was to be their day and Sunday was to be our day. The plan was to have a run over to the Lake District today and just chill out.
Saturday saw us head for Runswick Bay on the North Yorkshire coast with the grandkids. It's a lovely small village, no shops but a beautiful long curving beach with clean sand. We got there about half ten to find absolutely no car parking spaces, and a line of cars all waiting to get in, so we did an about turn and headed for Sandsend near Whitby.
At Sandsend we found a parking space in the council car park and duly paid our £5 parking fee. Cameron had his bucket and spade and couldn't wait to explore the myriad of rock pools looking for crabs and other sea creatures.
Val was following them as they made their way down the jetty when she stood on some seaweed and went flat on her back. "Oh, b0llox!" I thought as I watched her go down (she already has a bad back). Anyway, she was OK and I helped her to get back on her feet as others just either stared or pretended they hadn't noticed. The fat around her posterior cushioned the fall although she has a nice tender spot now.
We followed the kids up and down the beach, over rocks and over sand, through puddles and enjoyed watching them enjoy themselves. After about three hours the incoming tide forced us back to the car to have some hot tea and warm sandwiches. The kids were still full of energy, Val was getting really sore from her fall and I was sunburned.
We headed for home late in the afternoon and finally got them home. Then we went back to ours and unloaded the car, fell asleep and went to bed early looking forward to a day at the Lakes today.
I got up at half six this morning ready to go downstairs and make more sarnies. Val couldn't move. She couldn't get off the bed, her back was so sore, so we decided it wasn't to be. We're both too old and knackered.
Never mind, there'll be other times.
Lessons learned:
When your mind tells you you are still young and your body tells you you are not, listen to your body.
Don't try cramming in cutting the grass, cleaning the windows and digging up a crop of beetroot the day before you plan a trip.
When taking the grandkids to the beach for a fun day out, take their mother too and let her do the running about. Old codgers just need a deckchair and a wide brimmed hat to have fun.
Eric
Saturday saw us head for Runswick Bay on the North Yorkshire coast with the grandkids. It's a lovely small village, no shops but a beautiful long curving beach with clean sand. We got there about half ten to find absolutely no car parking spaces, and a line of cars all waiting to get in, so we did an about turn and headed for Sandsend near Whitby.
At Sandsend we found a parking space in the council car park and duly paid our £5 parking fee. Cameron had his bucket and spade and couldn't wait to explore the myriad of rock pools looking for crabs and other sea creatures.
Val was following them as they made their way down the jetty when she stood on some seaweed and went flat on her back. "Oh, b0llox!" I thought as I watched her go down (she already has a bad back). Anyway, she was OK and I helped her to get back on her feet as others just either stared or pretended they hadn't noticed. The fat around her posterior cushioned the fall although she has a nice tender spot now.
We followed the kids up and down the beach, over rocks and over sand, through puddles and enjoyed watching them enjoy themselves. After about three hours the incoming tide forced us back to the car to have some hot tea and warm sandwiches. The kids were still full of energy, Val was getting really sore from her fall and I was sunburned.
We headed for home late in the afternoon and finally got them home. Then we went back to ours and unloaded the car, fell asleep and went to bed early looking forward to a day at the Lakes today.
I got up at half six this morning ready to go downstairs and make more sarnies. Val couldn't move. She couldn't get off the bed, her back was so sore, so we decided it wasn't to be. We're both too old and knackered.
Never mind, there'll be other times.
Lessons learned:
When your mind tells you you are still young and your body tells you you are not, listen to your body.
Don't try cramming in cutting the grass, cleaning the windows and digging up a crop of beetroot the day before you plan a trip.
When taking the grandkids to the beach for a fun day out, take their mother too and let her do the running about. Old codgers just need a deckchair and a wide brimmed hat to have fun.
Eric
