When we were kids, a day trip to the seaside in the summertime was a big treat. We’d go to Hythe, Joss Bay, Broadstairs, Margate, Camber Sands and Dymchurch – but our usual was Hastings. For those who don’t know, it’s your usual run down English seaside town, with most of the attraction being at the seafront.
A typical family day out in Hastings consisted of eating cockles swimming in vinegar at a seafood window, winning awful plastic toys on the penny machines, a stroll along the pebbly beach and a short-lived paddle, followed by a fish and chips supper.
Even though I’m older, I still see Hastings through rose-tinted glasses, and instead of seeing more of the unsavoury sights the town has to offer, I only see my childhood days out.
We decided to get some sea air over May Bank Holiday weekend, and we took Lemon for her first dip in salt water. She was a bit freaked out with the noise of crashing waves on the sand, but would tentatively walk out to the water as they drew back – only to back up quickly as they came forward again.
We found a rocky part of the beach where the waves were breaking more gently for her and you can see her here having a good nose.
After that we took a walk along Hastings High Street, which was absolutely packed in the heat; it’s this really idyllic strip of bars, independent shops and restaurants that reminds me a little of The Lanes in Brighton.
As Lemon’s personal paparazzi, I obviously documented every sniff she took – enjoy!