I don’t know about you, but a popular discussion in our house is when we have a spare day with no children because they are off at their dads house to sit looking at each other in the morning and say what do you want to do…don’t know what do you want to do….I don’t know what do you want to do…you choose….sound familiar?
We sat and played this game yesterday morning, it was a lovely sunny day in Devon and I was fed up with being in, because I knew if I stayed in I would just end up doing more housework and there is only so much of that you can do! So after tooing and froing with ideas we came to an agreement to behave like ‘grockles’ for the day. Now for those that don’t know what a ‘grockle’ is, it is what we Devon people call ‘holiday makers’. So we jumped into the MG, put the roof down and swanned it over to ‘Dawlish Warren’. For those who don’t know Dawlish warren is what you would typically imagine a Devon seaside holiday resort to look like. It has caravan sites, holiday homes, ice cream huts, grockle shops full of useless rubbish, rusty dodgems, go-karts, crazy golf, mushy over used looking sand, angry looking seagulls, crying children, stressed parents, weird stalls selling stuff that falls off a back of a lorry, all with a train line going through! We stayed long enough to have an ice cream with a flake, walk through, use the fragrant public loos, resist the urge to buy knock of Nescafe and spot a shoe hanging from the telephone line.
To end our tourist day we acted spontaneously and went to the local carnival, which we haven’t been to see for years, well since my boys were inflicted to sit in a chitty chitty bang bang car and paraded down the high street for all to see. It was nice but when did that tradition die out, only queen floats really. And to end the day right, to go to the fair, look at the rides and think ‘na’ and have a portion of greasy cheesy chips followed by a even greasier burger, washed down by a pint of lager! Perfeck!