Wednesday 12 September 2012

Taking a break in Weston

I went on a break to somewhere I hadn't been in ages on a local coach on Monday.

Most of the people on the coach were groan ups who looked very groan up but me being a LSG* said "Naw, I'm a little"  so went in my red school sweatshirt, grey school shorts as it was a bit less revealing in the wind than a skirt, grey long socks and regular brogue style children's' shoes. In addition I had my black messenger and tote bag.

When we arrived in Weston Super Mare, although I had been snacking on Barley sugars and chocolate finger biscuits - too bad they didn't have any animal shaped ones in - I was hungry so I called in at the Dragon Inn, a Weatherspoons public house that does food.
The food was nice , I had a Steak and Kidney pie and the manager was really funny!


Having eaten I felt like going on a bit of a walk around as I've never been here before and I'd have to say everywhere was super clean with litter pickers active during the day.
The beach was cleaner than a good number in North Wales I could think of with finely grained sand.

There is one automatic response when I see a beach and it involves a bucket and spade so guesses for what happened next! 

Also the next response is something like getting a Pirates flag and waving it around while jumping up and down like a super excited junior school gurl. Nobody I was with said anything!



What feminine boy with a Hello Kitty fixation couldn't resist the chance to win your very own Hello Kitty plushie? Well I sure couldn't!

Seaside towns often have amusement arcades, with exciting dodgem cars, things you can win teddy bears and plushies with and slot machines that I recall as a young boy spending a little time around.
The Pier was burnt down a few years ago but a great job was done of rebuilding it with associated facilities for that whole strolling along the pier experience. For an out of season weekday, it sure was busy.

Finally I had to be super careful not to get in the way of this the Great Western Land Train  that runs to the Harbour and back along the sidewalk. 

I think the Great Western was train company that operated in the South West of England before nationalization (and privatization in the 1990's).

The return back was much smoother stooping at Frankley services south Birmingham to freshen up

* Little Sissy Gurl, the non sexual frilly panties down gender identity I am

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