SkegVegas or Bust

After our trip to Hull, we were inspired to explore the East coast further.Where to start? Skegness of course. So off we go with my Dad, Maisie, Alex, the dog AND the kittens! Yes - we took the kittens, who doesn't take their kittens on holiday? The truth was - we had failed to enlist the help of a neighbour to feed them and, as it was bonfire weekend, there was a level of anxiety regarding their wellbeing. 

Our accommodation allowed for one small pet. Personally, I think one bloody great dog, and two kittens with a passion for climbing up curtains fell into that category. We stayed in a lovely village around 10 miles out of Skeggy which was lovely, room to accommodate our family and other animals - oops we forgot the hamster! 

Saturday  - into Skegness for a run around on the beach, get some rock and look at the seal rescue centre. We were treated to watery November sunshine and the company of other dogs on the beach. There was a small contra-temps between Chess and a pug called Dude, but apart from that it was lovely. The seal sanctuary rescue place amused the whole party - except the kittens, we left them in the accommodation to enjoy the curtains.

Little did we know it wasn't the kittens we needed to worry about for damage danger. Who's for a lovely cooked breakfast? Mmmm lincolnshire sausages in Lincolnshire (yes please) mushroom cooked in butter and garlic (need you ask), bacon with bits of melted plastic from a chopping board left on the top of the grill? No thanks!

I don't usually make cooked breakfast - I'm not good at the timing, but this particular morning, all was going well. SO when I noticed the stream of bright red melted plastic flowing from the top of the grill onto the lovely organic bacon we had bought I was more than a little disappointed. After a mad panic, burns were avoided, some bacon salvaged, some bacon with only a hint of plastic eaten by the lucky dog, and confession to the property manager, a breakfast was enjoyed by all before heading off too Lincoln cathedral on the way home. We left behind a very clean oven, one less chopping board and only a few cat hairs on the table cloth.