Breaking the clouds

We awoke to the continuing oppression of the heavy grey skies and knew in an instant that there was only one place we could head to where the tedium might be broken. 

A place where the phrase “rain or shine” has ceased to exist, for throughout their long sun-baked days, there is only “shine”. Some cruelly speak of it as a place where the elderly go to die. Others have told tales of zimmer frames being put out to pasture here, the sea air being good for their joints. Look closely and you may find that many of the shop windows are bifocal. No, it’s not just you, the writing on café blackboards and similar signage is bigger than what you would find anywhere else.

But this place contains the eternal sunshine for older minds and is of course; Grange over Sands, and my children absolutely love it. 

We were joined for a romp along the prom by my sister, husband and my niece during which time there was much running, jumping and playing of football before my sister treated us all to nice a lunch at one of the aforementioned cafes. Four hours vanished unbelievably quickly and it was rather marvellous (if blummin’ muggy – there’s a storm a-coming).

The afternoon was spent crafting and playing video games, before I cooked the final meal for us all before the Southern contingent depart tomorrow. It’s been lovely spending so much time with them, but as their holiday ends, so ours begins with a little prep work over the next couple of days.

Safe to say that we’re all pretty excited and this will only be dialled up again with the arrival of The Eldest on Sunday.

It’s all a welcome distraction of the horrors taking place elsewhere in the world. After Brexit, Trump and Covid, I was wondering what the next main topic of international discussion would be and didn’t for a moment think that it would be the renaissance of the Taliban.