My Dad didn’t like going to the beach very much as he swam like a brick and hated sand sandwiches.
But that doesn’t mean to say we didn’t go, and I have fond memories of Punch and Judy shows, candy floss and donkey rides.
Mother in law wasn’t one for candy floss, and sadly Punch and Judy and donkey rides seem to be absent from our beach promenades and holiday resorts.
We walked up to town this afternoon as we’d heard there was a sand sculpture competition going on. I remember the amazing sand sculptures at Weymouth over the years, though Hubby and I have seen artists at work on the High Street in the past making sculptures of sleeping animals. One ‘labrador’ was so lifelike, I had to stop myself offering it a biscuit, and put 50p in the guy’s hat. He really had talent and I could have watched him work for ages.
It appears that this weekend has been an education in sand art, Friday and Saturday being lessons ready for the grand finale competition today.
It was wonderful to see so many kids taking part without the need for batteries or laptops, generally having fun and being creative.
It was all a far cry from my pathetic efforts of sand castles as a kid. I could never get them out of my bucket whole and my ‘moats’ always dried out.
This particular part of the beach is off limits for dogs, so the sand is lovely and clean.
I’m not sure if this is a bell, rocket or sand castle, but the feathers were a nice touch.
The following are the professional sculptures, and although very good, I still remember the sea horses and the like at Weymouth with awe.
I also made some new friends today which made a change from talking to the geese, ducks or dogs. These guys were very pleased to know me, though sadly I had no treats in my pocket to give them.
The guy I spoke to has been doing the donkey rides for years, having grown up with them and taking over the family business.
He agreed with me that you don’t see many on the beaches these days, and Punch and Judy is definitely a thing of the past.
These seven were all extremely docile and well cared for. I got well and truly nudged for fuss from all of them.
A little boy came up and wanted a ride. At £3 a pop, you can choose which donkey you want to ride, but they are all tethered together so they all go, not one at a time.
I hope I’m correct in my assumption that it’s only kids that get to ride them and not the horrendously obese adults which I feel could do serious damage to the animals.
Despite my weight gain recently, I felt like Twiggy compared to some today.