Admitting Defeat

Thank you for all the good holiday wishes on my last post. You may be wondering why I'm posting today when I should still be on holiday, well, we finally admitted defeat yesterday and came home. I had hoped that we might get some decent weather, the forecast when we set off last Saturday looked mixed for the week ahead, but after the first couple of days it got steadily worse.

We were staying in a lodge in a small place called Anderby Creek on the Lincolnshire coast. We were really happy when we saw the lodge, it didn't look much from the outside but it was lovely inside and the outlook was fabulous. The garden was enclosed, so Archie was safe, and it was furnished really well. It's just a shame that we didn't have the weather to make full use of it.

Anderby Village was in the throws of hosting a scarecrow festival when we arrived last weekend, this hairy biker was my favourite.

Anderby Creek is a seaside hamlet a couple of miles north of Chapel St Leonards. There isn't much there, caravan sites and a couple of bars which also serve food, but it has a beautiful sandy beach. Sadly, we only made it on there once during the whole of our stay.

The lodge sits on a lake and we enjoyed watching the wildlife. A heron visited, looking for his supper I expect, at the start of the holiday but we didn't see him again after the first couple of days.

The small island in front of the lodge was home to a moorhen and her two chicks. Sadly, we only saw her with one chick before we left yesterday, I don't know what had happened to the other one. The Canada geese and mallards were always hanging around waiting for us to throw a bit of food for them.

Fishing wasn't allowed from the lodge itself but Mick and Eleanor managed to set up their rods on the opposite side of the lake a couple of times before the bad weather hit. There were some huge fish in the lake, we could see them swimming by, but Mick didn't manage to catch a thing and Eleanor only caught two eels.

The lodge and its location would have been perfect for a beach holiday had the weather been kinder to us but the incessant rain and, later, wind just got us down. On Tuesday when we realised it wasn't beach weather, yet again, we had a trip into Skegness where we got caught in a thunder and lightning storm, Archie wasn't too keen on that and nor was I.

We did manage to relax though, I took two knitting projects with me but I didn't pick either of them up all week, instead, I've had my head stuck in a book. I've just read two really good books, I'll do posts about them shortly. We also had trips out to nearby Sutton on Sea, a small coastal village, and Alford, an ancient market town at the foot of the Lincolnshire Wolds, where we visited the craft market.

To be honest, we're all glad to be home and now we're looking forward to September when we're spending a week in Norfolk and keeping our fingers crossed that we get better weather.

I'll be catching up with all your news over the next few days so please bear with me.