Rain eased off so tried to get a plan out of parents. Ended up deciding on Great Yarmouth. The idea of this week was reminiscing for Pops, and so we went to relive his childhood seaside trips.
Started off with chips on the market, and paper bags full of sweets for afters.
Then wandered down Regents Street trying to avoid all the tat shops and chavs from Leicester and headed for the beach to scoff ice creams and play with the kite.
Rain stopped play so dived into the cafe under the pier for a cuppa. Jon sent this..
After the rain sort of abated we went through the back entrance to Joyland. The cars still made that thunderous noise as the go through the tunnel and the barrels still looked the same, though probably feel a lot smaller if you're inside them. What used to be space mountain with loads of sci fi things inside, designed by Tim's Dad, has changed again. But there was only one ride we wanted to go on. Of course we tried to pretend that we were doing a reconnaitre for Jay Jay suitability purposes, but that's rubbish really. We just love the snails. In fact, I was still wearing my sticker several days later. That took some explaining.
I really wish I had kept my mouth shut on the ride. Two reasons, firstly so that you can hear the Snail itself, which sounds exactly like Ma's old Riley Elf, and secondly, because I sound like an idiot.
I guess the really tragic part is that we paid the extortionate price for the ride photos (Alton Towers has a lot to answer for!), but we were feeling bad for not actually having anything for Pops to unwrap on the morrow.
Next was a walk down the promenade in the hope of finding a couple of caches. Was kind of hoping we'd take a ride on the horses. Never been on them. Noticed that the devices shown below don't really work..
Pops was the spotter today. Its in here somewhere..
The next one was worse. I found the spot, under the pier. Could not find the cache. I'd given up having looked and stuck my fingers everywhere. Then Pops spotted it. As usual, somewhere I thought I'd both looked and had my hand. Oh well. I really should give up at this.
I can still beat him at Air Hockey though. And eat more donuts than him. Especially if they are last batch of the day bargain donuts! However the donuts may have been both a blessing and a curse. It was only while waiting for them we looked at the time. Mum then wondered what time the car park shut. We hurried back. And found out. It shut about 5 minutes before we got there.
No luck from phoning their office or security. The nice man in the pub saved us a trek to the train station, when he spotted the Peterborough bus waiting just outside. Didn't take too long to get to Norwich bus station, but we'd just missed the bus home, so we had an entertaining game of iSpy (lol... Apple have taken over my brain) for 40 mins before the thrills of a top deck ride back to Hellesdon.
Around 11 by the time we got home... so good job we'd had the donuts!!
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