I don't know if they actually got here against the gale - perhaps they took the channel tunnel or even luckier still, the rough seas might have have stopped the ferry across 'La Manche', avoiding further disappointment.
Skegness was where I was supposed to be over the next two days with a flying job for Butlins. The best they can offer now, I suspect, is a ground-based position as a 'Red Coat'.
It's been a tough summer for the children on their school holidays. Other than the occasional days of fine weather, it's reminscent of 1975, when I recall it snowed on the beach at Cliftonville one June afternoon when I was working in the deck chair concession. Of course, we don't have deck chairs on the beaches anymore, I assume because we can't guarantee they'll be returned in one piece or at all?
I'm wondering if I should fill up a thousand thermos flasks of hot coffee and head for Margate sands but the dog is firmly against leaving the house in this weather, as you can see from the photo and it's probably right!