With London about to experience its warmest, sunniest Easter weekend in many years, I appear to have arranged to go somewhere rather cooler and breezier instead. I'm off to the East Lincolnshire coast, to a proper traditional seaside resort complete with floral gardens, donkey rides, boating lake, crazy golf and a stubby pier packed with slot machines. I'm off to a location made famous by a JollyFisherman and whose climate is renowned for being "bracing". Yes, I'm off to Skegness. Don't tell me you're not jealous.
I'm off on a family holiday to spend a family Easter doing family things. I'd like to reassure you that we won't be staying in a caravan, or a B&B, or even Butlins. Instead we've booked ourselves a cottage a few miles inland, safely away from the smell of fish and chips and candy floss, where we can rest awhile and behave in a wholly civilised fashion. Alas we'll be arriving just too late to see Bradley Walsh perform at the Embassy Theatre on Grand Parade. However, there may well be excursions to Skegness Pleasure Beach, to the Natureland Seal Sanctuary, to the National Parrot Sanctuary, to the Fairy Dell Paddling Pool and, of course, to the Blue Flagbeach. Calm your raging envy.
I have my doubts that rural Lincolnshire will be blessed with leaky wi-fi connections, so blog updates are unlikely until I return early next week. In the meantime I'll be using Twitter to upload text messages direct to my blog from my mobile phone. Don't expect thrilling hourly updates, but I'll try to bring you a flavour of sunny Skegness whenever the opportunity arises. Because I'd hate you to think that you were missing out.
