The annual Weston-Super-Mare trip has been a family tradition for fifty years. It follows the same routine, come rain or shine: crazy golf, the pier, chips on the beach, sandcastles and a paddle. But my favourite part comes after the other day trippers have left. We walk up to the rock pools where we watch the sun go down over the sea, enjoying hot cups of tea and home-made fruitcake. When darkness falls and there’s a chill in the air, we pack up our bags, saying, ‘What a wonderful day, we must do it more often’. But we never do.
This was an entry into a 100-word story ‘inspired by the place you live or somewhere you love’ in The Simple Things magazine. I didn’t win…
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I enjoyed your trip – it sounds like a lovely thing to do as a tradition. The ‘we must do it more often’ phrase struck a chord with me because we find ourselves saying that sort of thing too, and it never happens!
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I know, it reminds me of the words to the Abba song ‘Slipping Through My Fingers’ which always makes me cry!
What happened to those wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
Well, some of that we did, but most we didn’t
And why, I just don’t know
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I hadn’t heard that Abba song before until it was used in the Mama Mia film – and I must say there was a dampness in my eyes… I thought it was so true.
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I hadn’t heard it before the film either. It gets me every time!
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