From Nottingham, we took the train to the eastern coast, to
Skegness (or "Skeggy," as the locals call it). B.'s grandparents had a cottage here and he has very fond memories of visiting them when he was a child.
Skegness, has perhaps seen better days...but to be fair, ALL seaside resorts look a bit sad in the wintertime.
B. remembers walking on the windy and cold beach eating fish and chips wrapped in newspaper; you can still get takeaway fish and chips, but no longer wrapped in newspaper.
Skegness is on the very windy North Sea, so there are now wind farms out in the ocean (which you can barely see here). The day we were there, the wind was blowing 40 miles per hour (!).
View of the rainy countryside through the train window...
Cute shop in Nottingham.
More views of St. Mary's.
I wish they had had Outlander beer, but this Lowlander IPA was tasty.
That black stuff is some kind of cheese...it was on B.'s ploughman's board, but he didn't eat it--wonder why (because it looks disgusting, that's why!).
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