Postcards From The Edge Of The World
Monday, January 14th, 2008Dear All
Having a lovely time here in Skeggy. Going for walks on the beach (choppy), eating takeaways from the locally rated restaurants (chippy), and spending time in the sauna (Champneys).
It’s a funny old place up here - imagine if God had got his iron out and pressed East Anglia good and proper, ironed out all the hills and nobbles and dusted it with mud and twigs. Now all you need to do is add a sagging esplanade of chip shops and fat birds (not the winged variety), throw in a row of raunchy stick’o'rock shops and a smattering of ‘Eileen’s Fashion Emporium’, ‘Avago Amusements’ and ‘Gold’n'gifts’ shops to taste, (not to mention the ‘Stumble Inn’) and hey presto, you have the Lincolnshire seaside resort in January.
Not that I’m complaining. Apparently the only reason we’re here is because of me. My mas felt bad about swanning off to sunnier climes and leaving me shivering at home alone, so they splashed out an extra £20 so that I could tag along and watch CBeebies from a Land of Leather cream suite for a week, on a nice big telly that makes everyone look life sized. Balamory’s Miss Hoolie’s happy, smiley hair looks as though it’s going to swing through the TV screen and scoop me up any minute.
Wish you were here.
Woody xx