The first few days were lovely and on the very first morning I even managed a brisk walk along the promenade at 7am before the dogwalkers and joggers got out..............
|We had a nice view from our hotel room|
|watched lovely sunrises|
It was sad to see the poor old pier after the recent fire
|but they are working on it to get it ready for next season.|
|At the moment it looks like the Titanic on stilts|
|We had a few laughs|
|Sat and watched the sea with loads of others|
until my mother fell up some stairs at the hotel (she was sober, honestly!) and fractured her kneecap. We spent the last day of our four-day holiday here..........
Mum was transferred by ambulance up to a London hospital on Thursday evening (where she still remains) and I followed on the next day by car with all our belongings. Not quite the visit to old haunts nor the kind of break we were expecting!