To Cleethorpes and back

 

So, on 25th February, I decided to go to Cleethorpes to have some fish and chips. "Cleethorpes...in February? Are you mad?" I hear you ask, well yeah I am but that's not the point.

There's an hourly train service from Sheffield to Cleethorpes throughout the day via Doncaster but there's one day that goes via Brigg. So I decided to do that, it leaves Sheffield at 09.54 and arrives about 90 minutes later, before heading back via Brigg to Sheffield at about half past 1. Plenty of time to get some fish and chips.

Into the platform at Sheffield pootled 150277, a two coach train that's almost 40 years old. A handful of passengers were on board including some dog walkers, with a handful of stops it was nice to see the train get busier as the journey went on, including some other rail enthusiasts. 

Upon arrival at Cleethorpes I decided to use the facilities at the station as I needed to make room for my lunch....shock horror, the toilets at the station were closed, not to worry, I'll just use the toilets at the arcade.....coin operated only. Gits. 

So now I'm starting to panic, I need the loo and spent the first twenty five minutes at Cleethorpes walking around in a panic looking for a shitter. 

Finally, fucking finally I find some in a carpark that looks like it gets frequented by those who like to partake in Columbia's most famous export. (Druggies if you're not getting it.)

Finally, I can now enjoy my time. I got my lunch, a lovely Cod and chips with Gravy, sat in a park and ate my lunch as Seagulls so big they owned property kept trying to intimidate me into giving up my food. Not a fucking chance.

Considering it was late February, I was expecting the temperature on the coast of the North sea to be...well, Chilly. It was anything but, the sun was glorious and it was like a warm spring day, People were walking around in t-shirts and shorts....me, that was me. Others were sensibly wearing coats. But it was warm, it was quiet as the school kids weren't skiving and the druggies were obviously signing on for their benefits. Just a shame the shops were shut.

I had about half an hour left and decided to sit on the sea front and just admire the scenery. Me and my own thoughts, it was bliss. Seeing the ships and boats doing their thing, people walking dogs and Elderly eating their soft foods.

Before long it was time to board my train, went back to the station, decided to visit the pub on the station to purchase a drink, to my annoyance, inside was adorned with St George's flags and full of Reform voters who think being a Patriot means just shagging the flag or spray painting a roundabout, I promptly left.

So back on board my train to Sheffield, busy again with the dog walkers and enthusiasts and me with my full belly, having had a pleasant lunch at Cleethorpes, it's a journey I wouldn't mind doing again.

But I'll wait until the Toilets are open at the station first.