Runner up in Your Say, the Telegraph Travel’s weekly competition. Recount your favourite British seaside trip in 150 words or less.
Our first British seaside trip in 20 years started as they always had: bundled with old family friends into multiple cars, debating who would arrive first, praying the forecast was wrong. Concerns disappeared on viewing the sunlit sign: ‘Welcome to Bournemouth.’
Day one was a blur of golden sand, pizzas on the beach, seaside walks and cosy hotel beds. Then it was onto Studland for day two, with lunch at Shell Bay – where the seafood restaurant serves the best fish and chips ever.
At Shell Bay beach, I splashed in the ocean for the first time in two years. Then the sky turned grey; the Great British weather signalled home time. I guess something had to make us leave.