Sunday, 31 August 2008

Last weekend of Summer

The camping ground was in Mablethorpe, one of those delightful old English seaside resorts. You know the type, five permanent residents and 20,000 caravans. It was about as interesting as American Football (sorry Jayse). The camping ground was nice but we did nothing else there.
The first day we visited Louth, which is supposedly a “foodie” kind of place. - there was a little food market in the centre. We had soup for lunch from one of those old cafes - the type of cafĂ© that doesn’t have a grave accent. Had a bunch of gossiping old ladies in it and white bread.
The first of the weekend's castles was Bolingbroke. It's another of the castles that pillock Oliver Cromwell trashed in his one man culture purge. It was a squat but impressive moated castle. It was wesieged and taken by an army, then including the lowly ranked MP Oliver Cromwell. The battles around this particular castle would be the start of his meteoric rise.
We had a quick look along the waterfront/pier at Skegness. There were lots of rides and chavs. Let's just say Skegness has only marginally managed to leave Great Yarmouth with the title of England’s biggest dive.

On Sunday we headed toward home via Sibsey Mill, an old mid 19th C wind mill. You could climb right to the top and see all the working gear and the twisty roof.
Then we invaded Tattershall Castle, but the defence of one old man on the battlements shouting scared off the attacker...but not before he had a few photos and videos and decided he wanted to bring back a larger army.
Last thing, and probably Eryn's favourite thing so far in England: we found a PYO raspberry place on the way home and picked about 2kg of raspberries. Mmmmmm!
And that's us all caught up... we've got the next couple of weekends at home mostly, so it'll be nice to wake up with a roof over our heads.
K & E x


Caro said...

I thought I was keeping up well with these, but see four new ones have crept up on me. We loved Battle too - wonderfully set out and informative. I don't know about the Smuggler's Cove - sounds really interesting too.

The trebuchet has resonance for me. I had never heard of a trebuchet till a couple of years ago when one arrived on our silly bar thread on my history messageboard. It fires things like (sorry, animal-lovers!) cats mostly, insects, sometimes one or others of us an dpops up at regualr intervals. So now I always notice whenever a trebuchet is mentioned. Though when I repeated something from a book once about a child's trebuchet made of rubber bands, etc, I got a long post about how this was not a trebuchet but some other thing I haven't hear of. Now off to read about Maplethorpe.

Love, Carolyn/Mum.

Caro said...

Er, it's an acute accent.

Anonymous said...

We asked Wikipedia it said "grave accent"

Caro said...

A grave accent goes the other way - not many words in English use a grave accent. I can't think of any off-hand. Moliere uses a grave accent over the first 'e'. It gives a sound like the 'e' in 'egg'. But words like cafe, roue, entree use an acute accent, whatever Wikipedia says.

Trust me, I did French for 7 years. Some things I have retained.

Love, Mum/Carolyn