Cleethorpes

June 08

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This year our run to Cleethorpes was a total reversal of last years - Bos had broken his wrist on the way back from Skeggy, so I had to him as a pillion. This year I had a fractured collar bone after doing a bit of tarmac surfing on the way back from Whitby and so had to take the pillion position for the first time in over 2 years.

Obviously I was not working, so I had to kill time Friday morning whilst waiting for Bos to finish work. He eventually arrived home, and by the time he had packed, loaded the trailer and dressed me it was 4pm. We took the scenic route - the poor old scoot had enough to do lugging me, Bos and our luggage, without expecting it to contend with motorway traffic! We eventually made it through Doncaster and were soon on the A18 heading towards Scunthorpe, where we stopped for a cuppa and some dinner to save a bit of time. Fed and watered we trundled off once more and after a brief spell down the A180 we arrived at Cleethorpes -Dry! which certainly made a change from last year.

We found the camp site and found a suitable spot to set up home. Our neighbours were a couple from Brighton and T5 Tony from SBW. Bos ordered me to go off and amuse myself whilst he put up the tent, so I headed off to talk to some of Jack Duckworths scooter club (who had very kindly offered me a lift earlier in the week) as well as a couple of lads from True Brits scooter club. I had already polished off a couple of large voddies before Bos finally got the tent sorted, so it was off with my kit and on with my jeans and a bit of war paint. Once ready we headed over to the club house where we ran into Lisa and Mark from the Mysterons and were delighted to offer them congratulations on their forthcoming wedding in person after having received a very drunken phone call from them to tell us the news a couple of months ago. Mark bestowed the gift of "Tony Blackburn" on me via bluetooth and to Bos by some sumbliminal waves which meant that I had to put up with him singing it most of the weekend - Thanks!!

As we headed into town our neighbours caught up with us so we strolled in with them, passing Nik and Fi along the way. A quick tour round the Bootlegger didn't turn up anyone we knew, so we made our way to the Submarine where the evening was well under way. After a brief chat with a few people (including Phil from Dirty Mills SC) we found a sheltered corner for me to watch from while Bos hit the dance floor. Tony One Shirt kindly acted as bodyguard as one particular drunken bum got a bit carried away and stomped on my foot (thanks Tony). As the evening wore on and I drank more voddie, the urge to dance became more irresistable and I was soon being silly and had a little boogie (which I am still paying for - ouch!!)

By 12 we thought we had better go and take a look at the main do, so we crossed over onto the pier, but as we got outside we saw more people we knew and by the time we had talked to them we couldn't be bothered to go in - instead we took a slow stroll back to the campsite, arriving just in time for the last half hour of the do which by all accounts had been a blinder.

Next morning I woke up a bit stiff, but on the whole not too bad, so after a coffee and a quick wash we went into town to get breakfast at our favourite cafe. Obviously others had partied hard the night before as the place was pretty much deserted. After a brief wander around we headed back to the camp site and the parts fair where I was able to pick up a couple of bits that I needed to repair the damage to my scoot.

By now I was shattered, so I went back to the tent and had a lie down. About an hour later I awoke, much refreshed and starving. As the custom show was being held on the pier we went back into town for lunch and a nosey around the offerings - which I have to say were a bit disappointing (I had seen better on the campsite and parked along the front) We stopped off to chat with a few people in the Submarine and then walked back to the camp site to pack up the tent - we had a family do on Sunday and ordinarily we would have stopped and headed off early in the morning, but due to my invalid state we had decided to forego Saturday nights entertainment and take a slow ride home.

With the scoot all packed up there was nothing left to do but say a few goodbyes and hit the road, and I am mighty glad we made that decision as by the time we got home I was in agony and totally shattered. I guess I am not superwoman and should really learn to take it easy when I am broken!! So I will see how I feel and maybe I will ride to Shires next week, or if not, it will be pillion and NO dancing as our holiday depends on me being fit and well for the following weekend.