One of my new year’s resolutions was to see more of the country that I live in. Considering that I’ve lived in the UK since I was born, I haven’t been to that many different places. My Dad used to live in Penzance, so I already have a love for the South West. When my friends Jazz, Kayleigh and I were talking about a weekend away, I suggested somewhere down that neck of the woods. We fancied walking on the beach with proper fish and chips, so Weston Super Mare was an obvious choice, plus it’s not too far away.
First thing on Saturday we all piled into my car with a specially compiled playlist, a picnic basket full to the brim of goodness and probably a few too many outfit options for just a weekend. We stayed at a hotel on the seafront, it was a bit retro but the view was gorgeous. Being big kids at heart, the first thing we did was head down to the pier to get our fix of the 2p machines! I was actually amazed that there were rides inside the building on the pier, I would’ve loved it if I were a kid. Who am I kidding? I loved it at the age of 22! Kayleigh went on this hamster wheel kinda thing, it was was a highlight of the trip as she ended up on her arse (pictures below, you’re welcome!). We couldn’t have picked a better date, there was a cider festival on the pier all weekend. After the obligatory fish and chips, we sat drinking cider all afternoon listening to two incredible musicians, Harrisen Larner-Main and Mike Ritchie. They were so good! The evening was spent drinking cocktails on the terrace overlooking the sea, they could have left me there for hours.
Sunday of course had to be started by having a full English, you can’t argue with holiday traditions. Once we had stuffed our faces to the point of not being able to move, we headed to play crazy golf. Victory was mine! With my imaginary trophy in tow we headed back to the pier. After some arcade fun, we went down to the beach to have a paddle. About 20 minutes into our walk the heavens opened. I’m not talking drizzle, I’m talking full on chucking it down. We ended up wandering the streets soaking wet with no shoes on, we must have looked so classy. The disgusted look on the local’s faces whilst we walked through the shopping centre with our towels was hilarious. It was an eventful ending, it makes for a funny story anyway.
I had the best time, there is nothing better than quality time with the girls. We’ve already made a pact to go away together once a year. I’m already looking forward to the next one!
I hope that you all had a good weekend too.