Monday 24 August 2015

Middleton-on-Sea

Hello, thank you very much for calling in here.  The weather continues to be extremely disappointing, so much so that a little seaside camping trip that the Best Beloved and I had planned was cancelled.  We can cope if it rains while we are camping, that's really not a problem, but we don't like packing the tent away while it's wet and the Best Beloved decided that for only a few nights, it really wasn't worth it, so we didn't go.  Harrumph.
 
However, last week we did get away to the south coast of England, to Hampshire, for a lovely family party to celebrate a special woman's 50th birthday.  The children stayed with their aunt and uncle but there wasn't room for the Best Beloved and me as well.  Unable to afford the exorbitant price of hotel rooms in/near a seaside resort at this time of year and with the only nearby campsite unsuitable (no toilets or washing facilities!), we had resigned ourselves to the fact that we would have to go there and back in a day, at least seven hours' driving, when my very dear Yorkshire-based friend suggested that we stay in her late mother's empty house in Middleton-on-Sea in West Sussex, about thirty miles away. 
 
This arrangement worked out very well indeed.  My friend's thoughtful sister, who lives nearby, left milk, bread and butter in the fridge for us and made up the only bed left in the house.  Towels and bedding were there for us.  All we were asked to do in return was to feed the fish in the garden pond and the wild birds.  I really do have the best of friends, don't I?
 
We arrived the evening before the party and although we didn't know where the sea was, the sound of seagulls and the smell of seaweed on the shore as soon as I opened the car door let me know that it wasn't far away.  We unpacked the car, sussed out the house and then hopped back in to drive to the shore, having been advised by my friend that it wasn't really in walking distance.  We fancied a stroll along the beach and then a nice cold drink in  a pub.  Off we went with map in hand, to find the sea.  It was SOOOOOOOOOO frustrating: we knew where it was but we couldn't get to it.  All the roads leading to the sea had signs up saying things like, "Private Road, no parking, no access to the sea".  There were double yellow lines on the public road, so no parking there either.  We found a footpath on the map but when we got there, it had been built over!  It really wasn't very friendly and we got the definite impression that visitors were not welcome.  After driving around for an hour, AN HOUR, and it's a very small place, the Best Beloved went into the local shop and asked for directions (I know, practically unheard of, he's a man!) and was met with the reply, "I don't know, I can't afford to live around here!". 
 
Eventually, we found somewhere legal to park and walked down the lane to the sea.  The beach is shingle but the tide was a long way out, revealing a vast expanse of firm sand.  There was a bench on the beach but it was occupied by two men with a carrier bag full of alcohol, speaking to each other loudly and animatedly in a foreign language, except for the swear words, which were definitely English.  We walked down onto the sand and stayed awhile.  The Best Beloved played with his camera while I took deep breaths, drawing in the salty air, drinking in the shimmering light, listening to the gulls overhead, the scent, taste, sight and sound of the seaside.  It's a place where I always love to be. 
 
Eventually, we walked back to the car.  We decided not to go to a pub for a drink after all - if Middleton-on-Sea doesn't want to welcome visitors then I didn't feel minded to contribute to the local economy.  And we had spent so long getting to the beach that it was getting late.  We stayed for two nights and we had a lovely time.  Here are some photographs.
 
 




 
 
See you soon.
 
Love, Mrs Tiggywinkle x

13 comments:

  1. Beautiful photos. Sounds like you had a right palaver though. Still at least you were able to breathe in that salty air. Fab. x

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  2. Isn't it frustrating when you know where you want to get to but can't because of various restrictions. Glad you finally got to breathe in the salty sea air. The beach looks lovely in your photos:)

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  3. Love the beach, Mrs. T. Sometimes it is difficult to get to one that is quiet and still looks like a beach!

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  4. Such a shame that your experience was spoilt by parking restrictions and unfriendly people. Certainly looks like a beautiful beach and you have a great friend letting you stay in the cottage. Must have been a great break to get away for couple of days without the children.

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  5. Oh no it sounds awful, at least you have some nice kind friends though x

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  6. What a frustrating beach visit! I'm glad you had a good time with your family/friends in spite of all that. It was so nice for your friends to accommodate you in their mother's home. I like the payment of feeding the wild birds ;)
    Wendy

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  7. I've also heard about the frustrations of accessing the beach on that particular stretch of coastline.... However it sounds like you've got some very kind friends and family! I'm glad that you managed to get a little 'fix' of sea air. Jx

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  8. Lovely photos! I remember the "fun" my mum and dad had drying the tents when we used to camp when I was a child. I don't blame you not camping. What a great friend, letting you use her late mother's house. Glad you were able to get to see the sea. Barbara xx

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  9. What a wonderful friend that you have! Too bad about the frustrating beach access and unfriendly welcome, but you managed to make the best of things and give us some beautiful scenes. I haven't been to the sea in a while and now I have to go! The sound of crashing waves and seagulls and that lovely salty air is so soothing to the spirit. xo Karen

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  10. Shame about the locals but how lovely of your friend to offer you use of the house. Friends like that really are the greatest aren't they! xx

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  11. Ha!! Sounds lovely, pictures are fab but!! How silly of them not to encourage you to spend in the pub! You seem to have had a few adventures this 'summer', now it feels like autumn, so tent away and knuckle down to preparing for harvest and Christmas. More socks to knit and wrist warmers?

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