Yesterday we made our annual visit to Sandilands - same people as the previous day plus Helen, Jacob and Inge with baby Tilly, and minus Inge's ex. and Becky.
Sandilands is where Lincolnshire's middle-classes have their seaside bungalows and chalets. There are no amusement arcades, no beach rides, and just one paper shop, so all there is is sea and sand. I gather that these chalets change hands in the £15,000 to £20,000 range, while just up the coast in less posh Mablethorpe with all its facilities you can buy a whole holiday bungalow for the same money. I have heard that on the south coast you could just about add a nought to those figures! Whatever the cost, I think one day a year is sufficient. Maybe I'm spoiled for seaside by the fact that for the first seven years of my life I lived on Cleethorpes seafront, and for the next quarter century less than five minutes walk from the beach.
Issy's chalet is a double size one which is just as well with the numbers using it.
Joe, James, Issy and I took time out to visit Gunby Hall near Skegness while the the rest did their beach stuff.
This is eighteen year old Jacob with a toy he found in the chalet!
And fifteen year old James similarly afflicted by the seaside.
It was all very pleasant.
