Now then what happened….they loaded the car up Friday lunchtime strapped me in and said we were going on holiday! Smart I thought, off to see Max in Somerset. So I started shouting MAX MAX MAX! But we went north. We never go north, sometimes South, Sometimes East, mostly West but never North. And north we went, and went and went. For a solid seven hours. The traffic was pretty bad but Mum and Dad remained surprisingly calm up front. I enjoyed the trip really. I had a lovely long kip, played spot the lorry out of the window and got fed at regular intervals. When we got to the place we were staying it was really foggy and dark, I had no idea where we were although I didn’t really care as it has a lovely comfy sofa to slouch about on while they got all my stuff in from the car.
Next morning this was where we were:
Lebberston, just outside Scarborough. We were staying in the old farm building but sadly the cattle had moved out. The drawer under the telly had Thomas the Tank engine DVD’s and there was also a special house just for me in the courtyard:
It was really good and I held several tea parties which went down a storm.
We were soon out and about and went to Cayton bay:
Here’s me and Dad chucking stones in the sea before running for it when the waves came in. The waves looked really good out the back and there were a fair few surfers out there, I decided that it must be Andy as he is the only one I know silly enough to go in the North Sea in March. I shouted ‘Andy’ at all of them. After that we went into Scarborough itself. The waves were crashing into the sea wall and sending spray right up into the air, it was really funny and I loved watching it and shouting splash!
They had a fair and everything, I had a go in this car amongst other things:
Sunday was an early start as we were going on the North Yorkshire Moors steam railway, we still only just got there in time. I loved going on the train and got a nice seat to myself right by the window. Dad taught me a new word, river as we crossed the bridge. It didn’t take me long to spot a group of young German ladies just down the carriage and start woo-ing them with a game of peep-bo. They loved it. We got off the train at Pickering and went for a walk round, it was pretty boring on a Sunday there to be honest so we soon headed back to the station. We got really close to the engine when it pulled in, I shouted ‘HOT’ each time it puffed out some steam in case anyone was in any doubt.
Mum bought me a lovely Thomas the Tank Engine book from the shop at the station before we got back on the train to go home. We sat opposite another family on the way back and since mum and dad didn’t seem to be too interested in me pointing out the river every time we crossed it, I told this other lot time and time again. They must have liked it as they gave me a lovely posh chocolate biscuit.
Onto Monday and we went to the Sea Life Centre. I wasn’t really that bothered about it initially and just ran through it all as quick as I could en-route to the café and play area which I played on for ages. We had another look round and I started to get into it a bit more. I saw some Sea Lions, a big Turtle, jellyfish and some sharks which were all okay but best of all was the Seahorses (just like a normal horse but with no legs, a pot belly like Dad’s, really small and live underwater….what ever next?) and a real life Nemo. After that we went to Filey. On the way Dad thought he could smell the country side, but it wasn’t the countryside, it was the contents of my nappy. Very runny they were too. Oh dear, Filey aborted and back to camp for a change of clothes and a bath.
Tuesday came and we had a brilliant game of hide and seek in the cottage before we went off to Whitby, even further north. It was pretty nice there, we saw loads of boats and a parked up fire engine that we had a good look around. Best of all though was the arcade:
Here I am having a few laps. Mum played against Dad, so I helped mum by sitting on her lap and wrenching the steering wheel away from her when I fancied it. She still set the fastest lap time though, I think I’m glad dad does most of the real driving. There was a big old moving horse thing in the window that I had several goes on. It was really high up so Mum had to hold on even though I had a firm grip on the reigns. I also got a taste for feeding the penny falls machines. You get some coins off of Mum or Dad and then shove them in the slot and watch them get pushed about. On the edge of the piled up coins were some small toys, Mum quite fancied seeing if she could get an aeroplane to fall down for me. Dad dismissed it as impossible and said he’d never seen it happen. About £395 later the plane duly dropped into the tray down below, although mum and I missed the great event. Mum then spotted a car also teetering on the edge of oblivion and started shoving coins in again….it didn’t show much chance of shifting so mum and I wandered off leaving Dad on a mission. Another £276 later and I had a car to go with my aeroplane and Dad had a new ‘Proudest achievement’ to put on his CV.
We went on to Robin Hoods bay:
The tide was in so we couldn’t get on the beach. I did have the pleasure of an extreme push chair ride up and down the steepest hill I’ve ever been on though. I’m glad dad was pushing.
On Wednesday we went into Scarborough again, on the way in we saw a man leading four ‘Donkeys’ (looked like Horses to me) down the road towards the beach. Mum told me I could go on one which lead me to repeat the word Donkey every 30 seconds or so for the next few hours, interspersed with the occasional ee-aw.
When we finally got to the beach the Donkeys were on lunch break for an hour! I was devastated, we went for a walk up the beach but I soon nodded off:
Once I woke up, the Donkeys were working again, fully refreshed and up for it! Here I am riding one of the beasts:
I was a natural, although I did have to stretch my legs a long way to sit down. Mum didn’t even really need to hold me.
We went to the Lifeboat station and Dad got me some boats for the bath, mum got herself a fishing game and I charmed the two old ladies in the shop.
After all the Donkey excitement and old lady pleasing we had another go at Filey. The tide was in so we couldn’t go on the beach again. We had a walk along the prom though:
Thursday we went to York. We parked the car and then got on a bus. I found this hugely exciting and shouted ‘BUS’ every 50 yards or so. I also pointed out houses, cars and lorries for the benefit of anyone within earshot. We just went in loads of shops so nothing to report really. Although I did get marched out of Pizza Hut for being naughty, Ooops.
So Friday we packed up and came home, but not until I’d thrown one last tea party and had a last scoot around the courtyard in their little car. I had a really good week but was really tired. Roll on the next one. The journey home was much quicker and we got home in time to pop round and see Nanny who I’d been pining for since Monday.
Saturday we had a quick trip out on the bike as I’d missed it on holiday before Grandad and Anne came round to look after me in the evening. They had got me a really smart Monster Truck from Florida. It’s brilliant and I’ve tried to take it to bed every night since. I even filled the back of it up with soggy Rice Crispies on Sunday morning. Great Grandma came round for lunch on Sunday as it was her birthday so that was nice. She sat next to me at dinner and let me have loads of pudding, she can come again.
So then it was back to nursery and back to normal. When Dad came to get me on Monday I had a great big Orange splodge of paint on my bum where I’d fallen over ‘foot’ painting, he said he was glad I got all this out of my system on someone elses carpet…..
Thanks for getting this far, it's been a monster this week.
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