Fond memories of Bygone sea side day trips
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A few memories I have of Blackpool
-the regular autumn visits to see the lights
-1956,infestation of flying ants, all along the front
-1967? Watched the stage finish of the milk race. Think it was les West.
Saluki
World class procrastinator
- Location
- ...Norwich over the water.
We used to go to a place called Eccles - which was out to sea, in reality after a big storm in the C18. Hempstead was where we technically went. We pretty much lived there all summer as my parents had a small, static caravan. My Dad went off to work, with my Uncle who drove, every morning, while we kid ran wild all day, swimming in the sea, long walks, kit flying etc.
Nowadays, I live on the N. Norfolk coast, can see the sea from the end of the road and it’s a 7 min walk (dawdling with the dogs) to the cliff tops, it‘s more like 20 min walk if I want to feel sand between my toes as I am not leaping off the cliff to get there. We did have a set of steps, but with erosion, they are closed as not safe to use. There have been a few falls in recent years so being dismantled.
Nowadays, I live on the N. Norfolk coast, can see the sea from the end of the road and it’s a 7 min walk (dawdling with the dogs) to the cliff tops, it‘s more like 20 min walk if I want to feel sand between my toes as I am not leaping off the cliff to get there. We did have a set of steps, but with erosion, they are closed as not safe to use. There have been a few falls in recent years so being dismantled.
- Location
- Somewhere wet & hilly in NW England.
Nice part of the world, we stayed at South Creake a few years ago and had some lovely beach walks.
Yes, that was our favourite beach, great sand and no attractions, apart from the decaying tank traps. Not been that way for years.Fraisethorpe was our go to place in the 60's and a bit later. Plenty of tank traps to play in
OldShep
Veteran
- Location
- South West Scotland
In 50s we would get the train to Redcar. The North Sea was cold and the sand got in my sandwiches as well as my toes.
No wonder I’ve lived firmly inland.
No wonder I’ve lived firmly inland.
Accy cyclist
Legendary Member
- Location
- The hills of Accrington
Me, sat on my grandad's knee, alongside my mother and brother, on Blackpool's north shore beach around 1967/8.
My mother with her parents, somewhere in Blackpool in the mid to late 1950's.
My mother with her parents, somewhere in Blackpool in the mid to late 1950's.
Accy cyclist
Legendary Member
- Location
- The hills of Accrington
I always think of 'the caterpillar' when Southport's mentioned. This looks like a new one as the one I remember was green and half way through the ride a green canvas type canopy opened up, folding over the carriages.
Accy cyclist
Legendary Member
- Location
- The hills of Accrington
Ah, found it! The original one I remember.
https://www.joylandbooks.com/scenicrailway/images/conceptplan2/concept20.htm
https://www.joylandbooks.com/scenicrailway/images/conceptplan2/concept20.htm
cyberknight
As long as I breathe, I attack.
- Location
- Land of confusion
no day trips to the beach when i was a kid , maybe the occasional coach trip to a country estate etc .Main holidays were a walk of a couple of miles to the bus stop ,then train to wherever we were going and we pretty much stayed put in the town we went to .
I cant remember the family actually getting a car till i was a teenager and now day trips to the seaside for me as a parent revolve around driving and dealing with "i want " all day .
I cant remember the family actually getting a car till i was a teenager and now day trips to the seaside for me as a parent revolve around driving and dealing with "i want " all day .
gbb
Squire
- Location
- Peterborough
As we lived in Lincs and Notts, I seem to remember Ingoldmells and Chapel St Leonards as a usual destination, dad obviously favoured slightly backwater places. Then one visit to Northumberland to see our nan in Boulmer...mile after.mile of deserted beach, we'd go beachcombing, finding pieces of timber , rope and allsorts As dad was a marine artist, shipwrecks figured in his work, easy as a kid to imagine this stuff could have been from ship wrecks...which of course it almost certainly wasn't...but kids imagination being what it is.. .
sevenfourate
Devotee of OCD
- Location
- Lowestoft, Suffolk
Want to remind yourself of a bygone seaside day from years past ? Just come to Great Yarmouth. The only thing that’s changed since the 1950’s is the crime rate……..
Elswick Cotterpin
Veteran
- Location
- South Wales
For day trips it was usually a Sunday afternoon drive to Clevedon, sometimes Penarth. Happy days.
As a nipper living in that there London (Fulham) our holidays were not taken every year. When they did happen it was a week in Southend. To me that was the seaside. Buckets and spades, crab sandwiches at a place near the pier, a place called the 'Kersal' ( no idea what it was but the name is firmly rooted)
Swimming in 'the sea' , l was blissfully unaware that it was in reality the mouth of The Thames l was splashing about in. Quite what the water contained l dread to think.
The beach was stoney and rocky with a bit of sandy mud to make sandcastles with. Further out were rocks and BIG crabs waiting to grab your toes, the water being totally opaque there was no chance of seeing them
A walk along the pier and a train ride back. Candy floss, the helter-skelter and a cafe with a laughing policeman in a big glass case who would magically call my and my brothers name out asking how we were.
Canvas deck chairs, my dad with a hanky knotted at each corner placed on his bald head to keep the sun off.
My nan asleep in the deck chair on the beach suddenly leaping up flapping her skirts about, a wasp having decided it was a place to investigate.
All that and a steam train ride from central London to get there.
Bed and breakfast at Mrs Ellis's.
What more could you ask for?
Swimming in 'the sea' , l was blissfully unaware that it was in reality the mouth of The Thames l was splashing about in. Quite what the water contained l dread to think.
The beach was stoney and rocky with a bit of sandy mud to make sandcastles with. Further out were rocks and BIG crabs waiting to grab your toes, the water being totally opaque there was no chance of seeing them
A walk along the pier and a train ride back. Candy floss, the helter-skelter and a cafe with a laughing policeman in a big glass case who would magically call my and my brothers name out asking how we were.
Canvas deck chairs, my dad with a hanky knotted at each corner placed on his bald head to keep the sun off.
My nan asleep in the deck chair on the beach suddenly leaping up flapping her skirts about, a wasp having decided it was a place to investigate.
All that and a steam train ride from central London to get there.
Bed and breakfast at Mrs Ellis's.
What more could you ask for?
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Oldhippy
Cynical idealist
@colly you are remembering the Kursal (can't remember the spelling now) I grew up few miles away and it was an amusement park in my time, made fsmoby the band the Kursal Flyers I believe. I remember the pier burning down, Saturday morning pictures and roller disco on Pier Hill, Tots the nightclub and tatty pubs on the front. No idea what it looks like now but may revisit at some stage.
