Seaside Towns Out of Season Day Fourteen: The End of the Road (Trip)

Well, that’s it. Against all odds, I took myself out of my comfort zone, faced my fears and I did it.

It’s been quite a fortnight

Fourteen days, fourteen nights……..
Five Airbnbs, one Travelodge, four family homes
Fifty cups of coffee
Half a dozen sandwiches
Four Cuppa Soups
One cooked breakfast
Three fish and chips
One veggie curry
Thirty postcards distributed
Seventeen postcards received back
Sixteen pledge postcards sent
Five trips down memory lane
Endless hours of chatting
Fourteen blog posts
1500 Miles covered
£150 worth of incidentals
£200 worth of petrol
£180 worth of accommodation
3707 camera images
123 phone images
100 people spoken to
And at least three new friends

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A few things I’ve learnt along the way….

Buying a large bag of popcorn and leaving it open on the passenger seat is not a good idea if you have to go round corners – not unless you’re happy to pick popcorn off everything you’ve thrown in the footwell for the past five days

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You can’t eat sweetcorn with a biro* (well, you can, but it takes a long time)
Once opened, vacuum packed hard boiled eggs stink the room out *
A family sized pot of yogurt from PoundStretchers is not a bargain if you eat the whole lot in one go. With a plastic knife. Especially if you then feel sick for the next twelve hours **
There is a direct correlation between my mood and the level of the petrol gauge
Your Satnav is your best friend – don’t fall out with it.

And lucky jewellery really does keep you safe.

Travelling back today by a familiar route, has given me one last chance of thinking time. I’ve travelled miles and spent hours mulling things over in my head as the radio and satnav fought it out in the background.  I’ve battled rain, hailstones, wind and blinding sun.

I’ve pondered on subjects from the meaning of life to whether I could make it to the next service station toilets. In the privacy of my car I’ve laughed and I’ve cried; I’ve panicked and stayed calm; I’ve berated myself and built myself up again.

I’ve been spurred on by support from family, friends and strangers who have heard my tale.

Above all, it’s been an experience I’ll never forget, and one that has given me more, much, much more than I ever expected.

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Thanks to every single one of you who made pledges; suggested ideas; encouraged me to start this journey and cheered me on when it was underway.

I couldn’t have done it without you.

 

*discovered at Yarmouth Airbnb

**discovered at Scarborough Airbnb

Seaside Towns Out of Season Day Fourteen: The End of the Road (Trip)

Seaside Towns Out of Season Day Thirteen: Family, Babies and the Human Satnav

After the excitement of the last couple of weeks today was a rest and relaxation day at Mareseybabes and Spamhead’s 5* Hotel (AKA mum and dad’s house/my childhood home.)

It’s always lovely to spend time at this ‘hotel’. It’s nearly fifty years since I last lived here but the sound of the birds singing in the garden still reminds me of the day we first moved in. The excitement of coming home from school to a different house and a bedroom with a window in TWO adjacent walls is a memory I hope I never lose. Even then, as a little eleven year old I loved solitary pursuits such as reading, drawing and writing. To be ensconced in my room, sat on the yellow candlewick bedspread with the radio playing and a plentiful supply of books, paper and pens was heaven. If I had chocolate my life was complete.

I still have the diaries that were secretly written (one with a tiny lock and key, totally superfluous when I read what I wrote) and the drawings and scribbled notes – poems, stories, plays that made up my life. Somewhere I have the reel to reel tapes of the interviews I did with my best friend (still my best friend today despite half a century of lives that went off in totally different directions) where we giggled and spluttered our way through chats on boys and pop groups, make up and fashion. I don’t suppose there would be any way of playing them now but it would be good to try.

Back to reality, and an invite from my brother and his wife to come and see the twin grandbabies they were looking after for the day.

I offered to drive but soon realised that Sally Satnav was a dream car companion compared to my mum. Before we had gone five yards I was being redirected, and if I thought Sally Satnav veered towards panic, she had nothing on Mary, who spent the whole journey warning me about red lights and approaching cars, with a foot pressing down on an imaginary brake at regular intervals. How I managed that thousand mile road trip without my eighty eight year old mum by my side for driving advice I shall never know.

Despite all hazards we arrived in one piece and were greeted by Geoff and Cathy at the door, a crying baby apiece. We had cuddles, gave bottles, oohed and aahed, soothed and smiled, danced with them to Queen, then, thinking (despite their undeniable cuddly cuteness) how glad I was that those days are over, we left as we’d arrived – Geoff and Cathy at the door, a baby apiece.

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Ignoring mum’s ‘Whoops!’ as I backed out of the drive and off the kerb, we set off to Baskerville’s for lunch.

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A three hour sleep on the sofa this afternoon, a home cooked meal of fillet steak and a visit from my lovely niece, Lynda (with hilarious teaching tales) all combined to recharge my batteries.

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Tomorrow, I’m saying goodbye to all my London family, and (no doubt weighed down with enough food to keep me going for weeks) heading back up north to the Blackpool clan. I can’t wait for cuddles with all my favourite grandchildren. And the husband if he’s lucky…

In the bedroom, I check the flowers – daffodils, a taste of spring – and know that for now, all’s well at the 5* Hotel.

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Seaside Towns Out of Season Day Thirteen: Family, Babies and the Human Satnav

Seaside Towns Out of Season Day Twelve: Travels with My Aunt

When I sorted out my original itinerary, way back in the depths of winter, Brighton was my final stop. So yesterday afternoon, as I left the Brighton seafront and set off for Worthing and my aunt’s house, I mentally packed away my cameras and prepared to unwind.  Little did I know what Sandra had planned for me.

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Dave’s 50 Year Old Painting
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Sandra’s House

As an artist, herself, my aunt is involved in several local creative groups. It just so happened that the monthly Artists’ Breakfast was to take place the following day, so we were up and out this morning as the seagulls screeched and whirled above us.

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Held in a local cafe, the Artists’ Breakfast consisted of a diverse group of interesting lively, colourful individuals.  I immediately felt at home.  For a couple of hours we drunk coffee and swapped stories, business cards and websites.  When we left I felt I’d made several new friends, and having distributed the road trip postcards for them to return meant I would hopefully hear from them again.

The sun was shining and the cold wind had dropped. It was the perfect Spring day to stroll by the sea and walk the length of the pier, and no visit would be complete without a picture or two. The cameras had been taken out of hibernation and were once more slung around my neck. I was ready for action.

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With only an hour or so before I planned to leave we wandered into the tiny shops, tucked in the arches. They were like Aladdin’s caves, crammed full of handmade goods.  We chatted with one owner who made the most fantastic light fittings, then moved next door to a lovely man who sewed scarves and hats and all manner of fabulous outfits out of recycled materials.  He told us he’d been making clothes since he was seven. I left them both with postcards, and we headed back for lunch.

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Light Art by Jessica Gill
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Light Art by Jessica Gill
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Sandra’s New Scarf
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The Vintage Emporium

As I packed up the car and hugged Sandra I thought how lovely it was that I’d been able to make this trip, and spend some time with a fabulous aunt I’d not seen for a few years.  We’d chatted and laughed and cried and hugged and agreed we’d had the most fantastic few hours.

I started the car and thought about a conversation I’d had with Sandra fifty years ago.  Undecided about teacher training or art college I’d asked her advice.  She’d been to Leicester College of Art a few years previously.

‘Go there,’ she advised, you’ll love it.’

I went, I loved it – and I met the future husband.  The rest, as they say, is history.

Seaside Towns Out of Season Day Twelve: Travels with My Aunt

Seaside Towns Out of Season, Day Six: A Sneaky Peek

Looking through the images I’ve taken so far, I’ve picked a few as a sneaky peek into my road trip, part one.  I had already realised that one of the lenses I’d picked up was a broken one and not the new one I’d intended to take, so some images were immediately rendered unusable.  Oh well, life and photography are both big learning curves.

The best images I’m saving for the book and exhibition.

First stop, Whitley Bay and Tynemouth.  I loved these two kids who were rushing to look over the the sea wall as the waves splashed up.  This was a couple of days after Storm Doris and the sea was pretty wild.  I watched them for a while and took a few pictures, before calling them over to give them some postcards to send back to me, and to ask if I could take a couple of close ups.  They were laughing because I’d called them over by shouting, “Girls!” and it turned out one was a boy with beautiful long, curly hair.

Pure joy in such a simple activity.

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Getting Wet
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Waiting for the Next Wave
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Simple Pleasures

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After the Waves

I think the images below were actually taken in Tynemouth, not Whitley Bay.  There was a lovely atmosphere here on a Saturday afternoon, with children playing, dogs frolicking and couples strolling arm in arm as the sun went down.

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Marvin having fun
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Surfers Masquerading as Sharks
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Or is it Sharks Masquerading as Surfers?
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A Last Snap

Sadly, like most other towns, Tynemouth and Whitley Bay had their share of run down buildings. On the plus side, these can be a special treat for a photographer.

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The Toy Museum that looked as though it was itself a museum piece
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Bingo on a Saturday Afternoon
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Getting a Telling Off for Shooting the Building

On to Whitby, which was picturesque and quaint, but full of tourists and a nightmare to park.

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Seagulls Rule in Whitby
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The Lookout
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A Young Singer, Braving the Wind
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Out on the Jetty
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My ‘hand today’ was holding an ice cream, not the ‘future of tomorrow’
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Fish and Chips in a Shelter, Whitby Abbey in the Background
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The skies were moody
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Lunch break for the Waitress

Finally, Scarborough, where Emma and Rich, two local photographers, were kind enough to meet me and show me around.  I loved the mix of Grand buildings, seascapes and art in back alleys.

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The Grand Hotel
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Stone and Wrought Iron
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Dusk and the Hotel Lights Go On
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A Visual Treat Down a Back Alley
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More Art
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Dramatic Skies as the sun goes down in Scarborough Harbour
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Lots of Little Seafood Stalls Along the Harbour

Onto Part Two of my adventure tomorrow – Camera batteries charged, the good lens packed, SDHC cards emptied and ready for more memories…..

Seaside Towns Out of Season, Day Six: A Sneaky Peek

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In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Vivid.”

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I love people who look a bit different, and this dad, pushing his daughter on the swings, was  in no way conventional.  What you can’t see is the huge earring through his left ear:  I can tell you it was pretty impressive. However, it was the vividly tattooed legs that made me swing my camera round, especially when seen in the same frame as his daughter’s legs, untouched by needles or ink, their only adornment being little pink socks and white sandals. It was the pure contrast I loved.

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Intricacies of Life and Love

Our family lives are full of intricacies.  How do we cope with life and death?  How do we deal with love? I spotted this sad bunch of daffodils with a note attached, marking the bench on the pier where two beloved parents used to sit.  Next to it, scratched on the rail was a testament to two other, probably younger, lovers. At this moment, for a short time, till the flowers wilted and the note blew away, these people’s lives were intricately entwined….

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Intricate.”

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