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Published: September 18th 2019
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So where in the world is Gabby? Parked up at SMC having her service and her habitation check . Hopefully by now she will have had her oil drained and be full of new oil and a new oil filter . We hope nothing goes wrong and that she comes back without requiring any work . It is always a worry. We just want her back . We have dropped in on the Museum of the Horse and have now driven through the Wolds countryside. A flat land that ends in the North Sea.
On the way in we pass the inevitable caravan parks that line the road. Golden Sands and Sea View. It looks like the old fashioned sort of Summer holiday. Mablethorpe bills itself as a holiday resort for kids and their parents and later out of season a place for the elderly. With its golden clean beaches it has earned a blue flag. The main street is arrow straight and lined with charity shops, tat shops and seaside arcades. We could go no further in the car as we reached the hammer head of the road . We parked up on an opportunist car park at the
back of a club . £3 per day - cars packed in like sardines . Next door we could have parked for £2 all day . The local businesses were taking advantage of the late summer visitors and who could blame them.
My morning thoughts were the words written by Swami Vivekananda who said " ARise , Arise and stop not until the goal is reached . So what was the goal ? . Waste a few hours before heading back to SMC to pick up our girl. Once serviced and checked over we can start to put everything back in her. We feel lost without her.
We sat outside in the sunshine watching the world go by . Eating our chips while listening to the sounds of the town. From along the street we could hear the sounds of the bingo hall. Whether a real voice or robotic it called out the numbers 22 - two little ducks . 76 trombones , and 77 Sunset Strip. The kids could play along on the play equipment while the mums and dads drank coffee and tea. The tat shops sold plastic buckets and spades. The town had a seaside
cloying smell of fish and chips, rock and sweets, sugary donuts and candy floss. We were not fond of that sort of seaside . The Hot Dogs and Burger stalls .
What was the best thing ? The beach huts and the neat promenade. We liked the promenade which stood up to the grey North Sea. Clean and tidy flowers everwhere . Lines of red Salvia, purple Lobelia and something silver . Old fashioned Victorian bedding not loved by butterflies and bees.
The beach huts were fascinating . Owned by the council they were rented out by the day, by the week , the month or the season . Each one brightly coloured , some shuttered . Windows opening out onto the seaside and on to the golf course. Identical one rooms all clean and tidy looking as if they had just been renovated . Inside a plain identical kitchen with one identical kettle . Two identical brightly coloured deckchairs , A handful were occupied . We loved them and if we had had young children they would have been ideal for a day at the seaside .
Our day at the seaside passed quickly and we picked Gabby up. All clean and tidy. Her service completed for another year. Her habitation check completed . All we need now is the plastic trim for the locker . It looks like another trip for us after our next holiday.
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