Seaside Memories

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…