Inchcock Today: Social Day Trip out to Skegness


Saturday 18th August 2018

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 18 Lùnastal 2018

0330hrs: After laying awake for hours, I rose out of the second-hand £300 rattling vintage recliner. Got the medical stuff needed for today.

0645hrs: I started to update and finished yesterdays post.


Health Checks were done, not being able to do the midday one with being out in Skeggy, I’ll just repeat the morning one.


Went on TFZer Facebook for a while. Then got the things collated that I’ll need on the trip.

0905hrs: I was just leaving the flat with my bag, and the landline rang, it was Jenny to see if I was on my way to the bus, bless her.

On the way down, Hippy Hilda started to give me real jip, damn it. Got down and was greeted with the cram-packed minibus holding my fellow tenants and Jenny doing her organisationalisationing to her usual trusty high-standard.

I was positioned next to Jenny’s Frank and in a window seat. Much of the journey was taken up by my trying and failing to get into a position in the place that was less painful, but there was no escaping the agony of every sharp turn, braking, and pothole we went over, upsetting Hippy Hilda who let me know her displeasure. Tsk!

The observational and corrective powers of Jenny came to the fore when we stopped for a fifteen-minute-toilet break as we got close to Skegness. Jenny told me to move to her seat, a single one, where I would not keep catching Hippy Hilda and have more room to stretch my legs, and she would sit in my place next to Frank. A fantastic woman, she’d worked out what I was suffering with and arranged for it to be solved! ♥

A much less painful journey there now, and coming back. Thanks, Jenny.

The driver had brought the gal who was one of the L9 drivers along. Lovely to see her again. They dropped a couple of tenants off in Ingoldmells, and the rest of us in Skeggy on North Parade01 Arrival. Jenny organised the evacuation of the bus. 1600hrs return to the same spot to be collected. Hehe!

I followed Jenny and Frank, with the intention of using their knowledge of the best fish and chip shop to go to. But they soon lost me in the crowds. I could not keep up with them. Haha!

So, abandoned, I decided to go to the promenade and the beach instead. I saw an opportunity to try and do one of the panoramic camera shots of near the clock tower.

wHOOPS And what a mess it turned out to be. Hehehe! I suppose I should have known not to try it with all the moving traffic? Klutz! Rather a funny result though, don’t you think?

02 XPanorama

02 BeachAThinking I had just taken a masterpiece of photography (Huh!), I made my way down on towards the beach.

Hippy Hilda was much more comfortable now, although the plates-of-meat had started stinging a little earlier in the day than I would have liked them to have done.

I spent a long time wandering around the beach observing the antics and actions of the other holidaymakers. I got pleasure from seeing the kids enjoying themselves, and the donkeys, of course, I always feel sorry for them, they always seem to be so sad?


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09 PromAn hour or so later, after my beach visit was completed, I struggled through the sand back to the promenade, where pony rides were returning.

I was impressed with how well looked-after, content and well shoed the ponies were. Their clip-clopping sounds took me back to my younger years when so many of these ponies and horses were still in use, and cobbled streets were still available.

Took the midday medications with some of the bottled water. Got some funny looks from the revellers as I put the so many tablets down my gullet. Hehehe!

I then went to go on a shopping expedition, determined to get some of the nougats I like so, but cannot seem to get in Nottingham anymore. And anything that took my fancy, too! Haha!


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As I plodded down the road, I searched for some nougat in shops along the way. First one offered £2 each, three for a fiver. The next retailer, straight £2 a piece. The following retailer was charging at £2.50 each. So I trudged back the first shop and got three for a pound. That done, I could concentrate on finding other gems and bargains.

At Kirks Butchers and delicatessen, I went in for a muse around. They had some shop baked large Pork Pie with cheese and pickle at £4.50, I think it was. The pastry looked dark, crisp almost shortcrust-like. I risked it and bought one, along with a small loaf of sliced farmhouse bread. Read further on about the palatableness, savouriness, and enjoyability ratings after I’d had a nibble of a bit of the pie.

I spent an inordinately long time going into and searching shops, for no other reason but to forage and explore for a bargain.

As I eventually walked back, along the other side of the road, visiting many stores and got to the end of the street, I called in the last shop.

Noughat Blow me down and fuddleplums! They were selling the same nougat bars at four for a fiver!

Naturally, this Putz here bought four of them.

So now, I’m taking enough nougat bars home with me, without the slightest chance of living long enough to get them all eaten!

To make things worse, I picked up a bar of Clotted Cream Fudge by mistake for a nougat bar. Tsk! Still, I can put it in the nibble box for when the Social Hours start going again. Plonker!

I went to look for a place to sit down and have a nibble and drink of water from my bottle. The benches along the roadway were occupied, so I went on the front toad and had a look down there. Aha! Spotted an old-fashioned divided cubicle seating box, without a single person sat in it!


Please note, that I didn’t take the photo above, I got it from the web the following morning when I came to make this blog. It did not look in the least bit like the above when I photographed it, this is what I saw, and decided not to take a seat there after all.


Skeggy has many similarities to Nottingham. The Street Art, the lack of Policemen (Didn’t see one all day) and dangerous disability scooter drivers and pavement cyclists!

So, I stood leaning on a balcony and got the water bottle and nibbled a bit of the pork pie crust. Blooming marvellous taste! This made me try a pieced of the inside. Even better! I have to admit, I have never eaten any pork Pie with a better tasting pastry. And this includes the Melton visit when I got a Melton Mowbray pie, and any Pork Farm Pies I’ve tried. By gum, I’ll have to come to the coast each week now when I fancy a pork pie and want the best! Hehehe!

I wandered down to the central amusement grounds and got some photographs of the people enjoying themselves.


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12Rides01This one looked like it was a bit scary to go on. I noted the way that the blokes tried to look nonchalant and calm to impress their partners. Haha!

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Having seen enough of these young, fit people without hearing aids and with partners and family, I departed and went to the water chute, to take some photographs of the participants coming down the chutes.


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I was tired out now and imagined the others would be the same. I was hobbling to the pick-up point and saw Jenny, Frank, and one of the trippers from our party sat at an al-fresco alcoholic imbibing table. I joined them, and we had a good old-fashioned chinwag.

I’d had a good day, and appreciated that Hippy Hilda had given me rest after a bad start. 14WTripBut that is because of Jenny’s thoughtfulness and planning.

The bus arrived, I got settled into the single seat allocated to me by Jenny, and commenced nodding-off and waking again, then off into napping mode.

I did get woken-up by just one stab from Hippy Hilda, but this helped me to take this, what turned out to be a decent shot of the sky as the minibus took us all on our way home.

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I’m afraid, I had to say a quick cheerio to them all, as the wet warm sensation appeared in the lower regions. Boy, I was lucky the blood didn’t flow earlier on the bus, that would have been embarrassing! I felt a bit guilty rushing off after such a good outing.

When I got in the flat and wet room, oh, heck! Things must have been bleeding for hours to get the PP’s so drenched. Somehow I hadn’t noticed? I put this down to my being concentrating on Skeggy’s attractions? Had to do a bit of softening before I could remove the PP’s. Being so tired this got me irritable. But it was not as bad as I thought, and cleaning up, medicating and recovering went very well. Had a wash and then got the clothes off and jammies on.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications. I had to consult with the notes I’d made about the change in dosages, and I very nearly stupidly injected a Clexane hypodermic into my tummy, it was close, but I realised in time. Phew!

16PieGot some nosh hurriedly prepared, without any cooking involved, I was so weary.

A piece or pieces of the pork pie, gherkins and tomatoes. Bootiful!

Tired as I was, I ate the lot.

Gave this one Flavour Rating of 9.55/10!

Almost a WH01ba free day too!

Got settled and no TV tonight, just sat down and drifted off to sleep! Ah, sigh!