I do like the idea of the painted pebbles, though I must agree that yours was not a triumph, there are a group of Mums (I presume) that make them in my local area and leave them about for kids to find. I often see them on my walks (the pebbles not the mums)
They seem to use lots of bright reds, blues and orange colours, perhaps that was your mistake
As a child Weston Super Mare was my favourite playground, I loved the mud and was always bitterly disappointed if the tide was in
I feel the same except for the missing London part due to the way it has become since one of the family’s old pubs was demolished to make room for the elevated part of The Westway
I suppose we miss the memory of London as it was. Some of my old stomping grounds still look the same though, Camden Lock and Little Venice, Hampstead Heath, Highgate……
It’s weird because when I go back I expect to see people I knew back then and I expect them to still be the same age they were!
Maybe you have a photographic memory. I sometimes curse mine as at times it can mislead me. It’s good that I have almost instant recall, but occasionally I would rather it left me alone, if that makes sense
We have a static caravan in Brean,so a walk on the seafront is less than 5 minutes away.
A drive to Western and Burnham is always on the cards,and a picnic on the beach is a must.
I have happy memories of “Super-Mud”. I rode a donkey on the beach when I was “Ickle” and swam in the marine lake when I was a teenager. It’s also where I met my Lovely Cousin for the very first time.
It looks like you had a grand day out. There are quite a lot of interesting muriels including tigers and dolphins around the town. I’m not sure if there is a proper trail but I keep promising myself I will take a wander with my camera.
I love Brean. My Great Uncle Ern and Great Auntie Win used to own one of the bungalows at the foot of the cliff and I loved visiting when I was a kid. He used to help out at the parrot garden
