A day out at the seaside? We all know what that means,
A kaleidoscope of what must be uniquely-British scenes.
Embarrassing socks and sandals sported by your dad,
And sand you find in places that you never knew you had.
You pack a range of sun-creams to help your pallor wane,
But find yourself in what feels like a full-scale hurricane.
Instead you need a sleeping bag draped across your knees,
The windbreak at an angle of around fifteen degrees.
You decide to cheer things up by buying fish and chips,
Despite the fact the deck-chair can barely take your hips.
Seagulls descend like ninjas, they’re nothing if not plucky,
But being in their firing line feels anything but lucky.
Still too cold to take a dip you head towards the pier,
There you find a fun-fair and the kids let out a cheer.
Soon you’re several tenners lighter and then put out your back,
Flying down the helter-skelter on an old potato sack.
Heading to the arcades, you know it isn’t wise,
To do battle with the grabber that never yields a prize.
Next on to the pub and a pleasing little red,
Let’s do this again tomorrow, is what you somehow said.
Despite the dodgy weather and the seagulls on attack,
You love the British seaside and you’ll soon be coming back.
Just before you head off home, you brave a little wade,
An encounter with a jelly-fish is how memories are made!
I thought I’d start off today with a tongue-in-cheek homage to the British seaside. Although given the weather we’ve been having in my part of the country this week, it’s got even more appeal and is apparently hotter than the Med.
Now I don’t want this little poem to give you the wrong impression, I LOVE the coast and can’t seem to stop writing about it. Maybe not the type of resorts with arcades, but those filled with the sort of uniquely British charm of places like Polperro and Southwold. But it’s the Kentish coast I love most of all and which features in my stories. Maybe it’s because I was born a stone’s throw from Dover’s white cliffs or because I live about five minutes from the pretty seaside town of Whitstable.
I set my first novel, Among A Thousand Stars, in the real Kentish seaside town of Sandgate, but my new series was inspired by the fictional town of St Nicholas Bay’s connection to Charles Dickens. As a result it combines the old world charm of Rochester’s quaint tearooms and quirky shops, with the steep high street at Broadstairs, which leads down to a golden bay lined with colourfully painted beach huts. Many people who’ve read the Christmas novella that sparked the series, and which will be re-released by Accent Press in November, tell me that St Nicholas Bay is a character in itself.
So if you fancy a trip to a beautiful seaside town, with none of the hassle of getting sand in your unmentionables, I’d be thrilled if you checked out my new novel, released today – Somebody Else’s Boy. It tells the story of Jack, a young widower raising his baby son alone and the new life he finds against the odds in St Nicholas Bay, and his house-mate, Nancy, who’s struggling to keep a secret because of the promise she made to someone who no longer knows her name…
Either way, I hope you have some fabulous plans for the bank holiday weekend and maybe a little trip to the seaside is in order after all!