Wednesday, 30 September 2009

Mission Skegness

Skegness is about 80 miles from Nottingham so we spread our journey over two days by splitting the journey into two legs with an overnight stay in a B&B at Woodhall Spa. The first part of our ride although the longest at 50 miles went well with a slight tailwind and good roads. In Newark we stopped off at the usual watering hole, Thomas' (opposite Morrisons) where one of the staff, when hearing of our plans, said we were on a 'mission' .

The much dreaded hill at Navenby proved a lot easier than expected, rewarding us with panoramic views over the Lincolnshire flatlands. From then on it was incredibly flat as we sped along the impossibly straight and never-ending fen roads, through Scopwick and Timberland, over the modern Kirkstead bridge and on to Woody itself.

Woodhall Spa is nothing to shout about. It's a pretty enough place, set in a wooded area, but it is a bit flat and slightly too laid back (dead in fact) for our liking. The town doesn't really shout about its attractions, such as the Spas and the delightful Kinema in the Woods and does suffer from being host to the 'International Golfing Center' which fits well, I guess, with its inherent dullness.

English Electric Lighting Nr Tattershall
English Electric Lighting Nr Tattershall

The Bed and Breakfast, Lavender Cottage, didn't have much lavender and wasn't really a cottage - more of a bungalow in fact. Also we simultaneously arrived at the conclusion that our landlady's heart wasn't entirely in this B&B thing. Vegetarian or not breakfast consisted of mushrooms, bacon, egg, grilled tomato and a sausage. Standard issue from the local Budgens I suspect. Admirably, A. who doesn't like bacon tackled hers stoically without a word of complaint - bless her. The room itself was clean and smart, the bathroom was a bit small though and the electrics packed up in the night. At breakfast we met a middle aged couple from Ipswich whose son was at the Golfing Center and who travelled frequently on the Eurostar to their second home in Poitiers.

After breakfast and a good crap in the increasingly smelly bathroom (no electrics for the extractor fan remember) we set off on the next 30 mile leg of our journey to the plastic gun capital of Lincolnshire. Navigation was easy enough through Tattershall (where we spotted an English Electric Lightning in a field) and North of Coningsby, through Stickney and a myriad of tiny Fen villages and a pumpkin patch to the level crossing at Thorpe Culvert where we finally went completely awry and ended up in Wainfleet-All-Saints. Disorientated, it took us three passes through this rather grim village until we ended up on the A52 to Skegness which though busy was a surefire way of getting to our destination before sundown.

Skegness was busier than on our last visit, but that is hardly surprising considering the last time we were here was in April 2007. It looks much better in the Summer. Both hungry and thirsty we located a half decent looking restaurant (The Windsor), ordered some food and soaked up the seaside ambiance. After a stroll along the wonderful huge sandy beach and £1 worth of penny pushing excitement in one of the arcades at the Pleasure Beach we headed for the railway station to catch the 1615 back home contented that this was an enjoyable weekend well spent.