Wednesday 9 September 2015

(Not) the end of the pier

Photograph - Alan Plant (September 2015)
Please don't think that I'm in cahoots with the Cleethorpes Tourist Board or anything (is there such a body, one wonders?) but the seaside town on the east coast that nobody remembers has now had its second namecheck on this blog in as many days. There never were such times.

Cleethorpes - what's not to like?
Reports have reached Medd Towers that the town's old pier has been dramatically rescued (it was, quite literally, all at sea), restored to its former glory and will soon be basking in a late Indian Summer positively thronging with flat landers eager to seek out its charms. I'm not sure if they have a Novelty Rock Emporium, but I'm sure they have establishments that will both quench your thirst and fill your belly. There may even be dancing.

Having only been to the C word twice in my half century wandering this earth, I feel a return visit coming on. That's right, I'm still living the dream.

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