Growing up by the seaside is something I took for granted. The summers spent flying kites, building sandcastles and going for paddles in the sea, I thought was the norm.
The summer of 2006, a teen, just leaving school – spending everyday there with friends, a summer I’ll never forget.
It was a summer of pure happiness. My friends and I were all at that age were we really didn’t have a care in the world. 16, before college, before A-levels, before rent and bills. We met at the beach most days that summer, had wild parties, discovered so much about ourselves and each other, creating a bond that would last a lifetime. We were carefree and full of hope, it was a picture perfect summer that I’ll always look back on with a big smile and a happy heart.
It wasn’t until I moved to London and met people who had grown up in the city that I realised how good I had it. Cleethorpes may not be St.Tropez but its my home town and I love it!
On a cold yet clear winters day, there’s nothing better than taking a walk along the promenade, leading down to the beach. The fresh sea air, the sound of the waves, it’s bliss.
Among the fair ground rides and 2p slot machines, you see the beaming faces of children and adults alike, dreaming of winning big or of finally catching that giant Teddy Bear.
Now, Cleethorpes and Grimsby are known for their fish and chips…we even have a museum about it don’t ya know! And as someone who has practically grown up on them, the rumours are true – you won’t find better!
So there you have it, my home sweet home. I wish I could visit more!