Seaside Treats

Seaside treat for me was home-made cherry pie.
I can still taste it.

For me it is the memory of those seaside picnics on the beach complete with a sprinkle of sad!!! We always had hardboiled eggs and we would crack the shell on a rock and try to eat it without getting any sand on it, if we did it was a quick dunk in the sea which of course added to the flavour lol. The biggest treat was of course ice cream and if mum and dad where flush we might have a flake or such like stuck on the top

We couldn't afford to go to the seaside often when I was young but I do remember going to Christchurch/Boscombe, and having an evening stroll along the prom and then having fish and chips from the chip shop and eating them on a bench, watching the sun go down. Another treat was all of us climbing Hengistbury Head and having a picnic at the top. Mum would make egg and tomato sandwiches and bring tea in a flask. I remember asking Mum and Dad if we were at the top of the world and they laughed and said 'yes'. Happy memories.

Oh yes maggiemaybe and gillybob, those boarding house teas! Brown windsor soup one day, tomato soup the next, then back to brown windsor. For some reason I remember tinned soups being a treat, perhaps because we didn't have them at home.

Oh yes! I had forgotten about the Knickerbocker Glory. Yum!

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The boarding house at the Isle of Man always smelled of fresh paint and porridge. I loved that place, though don't remember much else about it apart from the owner's name.

Auntie's old cottage when we collected mushrooms from the field---------and the old toilet at the bottom of the garden which thinking back must have been a septic tank affair, being out in the country.

Whitewave spent many a happy time on Polzeath beach with our children.
We bought our childrens first wetsuits from the ice cream van on the beach to use for surfing on polystyrene body boards that lasted all of five minutes .

I remember that the little beach shop sold lovely hash browns.

On the way back to Rosewater caravan site we would stop off for a lovely ice cream at Glebe Farm. ?
Happy days

We never went on holiday, but had a Sunday School outing once a year to the seaside. Having a donkey ride, 6d (old money) was my idea of heaven as I always wanted a pony.

We only had the once a year Sunday School trip to the seaside, and I was always sick on the journey. I can't remember much about the days, but seeing the actual sea with the sun glinting off of it was something I would always remember.

I have always lived by the south coast both in Sussex and Dorset so the seaside was a daily treat in the summer, and windy bracing walks in the winter!
The things I loved best were pink candy floss (only available then in the summer) and Mr Whippy ice creams from the ice cream parlour at the Eastbourne or Brighton pier heads. Lovely memories of Beachy Head and Birling gap as a child with picnics amongst the rock pools, day trips to Rye or Camber Sands and later with DGS when we also lived in Eastbourne.
Now days I enjoy trips to Hengistbury Head and Mudeford from my daughters home in Bournemouth

Our only non caravan holiday was spent on a farm near the sea in North Devon. We used to have big bowls of clotted cream on the table at breakfast and at dinner. Cornflakes with clotted cream on top has to be the biggest seaside treat ever!?

Those small baskets of ‘fruit’ made from rock, also the sweet ‘pebbles’ and ( naturally) sticks of rock, the bright multicoloured fruit rock was my fave.Wonder I still have all my teeth.

Not a food treat, but when we went to the seaside I always craved a packet of those little paper flags to stick on top of a sand castle. But they were 6d, so only for rich children.
A couple of years ago, at the ripe old age of 70, I bought myself some when we went to the seaside!

Llandudno and Rhyl for me - donkey rides, Punch and Judy, sand in your butties (and other nooks and crannies)!

bingo, big wheel and waltzer at Rhyl funfair which has been pulled down now and been up marketed into apartments and shopping.

Fish ‘n chips and falling asleep on way home after all that sea air! Happy days.

I remember my Mum would queue at a little kiosk in Barry Island for a tray of tea. China cups and saucers, teapot etc. As a young child I thought it wonderful. But my best treat of all was a 10 Bob note to spend on the last evening of our holiday. We always went to the fun fair, Coney Island in Porthcawl
Absolutely loved it.The smell , the music, the lights.

My seaside visits, (I say visits as most of my school holidays were spent at my maternal grandparents home) were to Ayr, Troon, Largs and Loch Lomand etc
As I dont actually like hard rock, I was quite happy with Edinburgh Rock in it's nice tartan box.

The days trips were with my paternal grandparents as they had a car.
It had a nodding dog on the back window and a tartan rug that I was wrapped in for the journey home.

It would often be a fish and chips supper lunch. But gran would have her blue picnic hamper with melamine plates and cups and a flask of tea and some extra sandwiches.
Also big yellow pineapple tarts
Does any GN (possibly from west coast Scotland) remember them? I cant recall what they were called.

Salt and vinegar crisps a bottle of coke with a straw . We had none of them at home ever . We holidayed in a caravan at Stokes Bay near Gosport .

Tizer. I wasn't allowed anything fizzy at home, but on holiday at the seaside I was allowed a glass of Tizer each evening. I think the bottle lasted all week! I tried some recently and it didn't taste at all the same..
I also remember the excitement of choosing a new metal bucket & spade - red or blue spade and a picture on the bucket.

Cherrytree Lyons to make a pineapple tart in a box. We had them in our lunch boxes for school.

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My dad buying my sister and I a pint of prawns!

Knickerbocker glories piled high to take home in milk cartons from the wonderful Holburn Ices in Aberdeen. It was run by an Italian family who greeted us cheerfully in broad Italian/Aberdeen accents.

I was chatting to my mum the other day about holidays. We went to Wales in the. 70’s and had either chicken or scampi in a basket one evening as a treat! Thought we were the bees knees!
My favourite memory is before we had a car, dad used to hire one for the second week of his holiday in late August.The Friday night we would go to Gt Yarmouth with a picnic tea, then go on the waterways which would be lit up and on to the Model Village which by then would be lit also so magical. We would then stop at Filby on the way home for chips. Happy memories.

What I wanted but never got was a knickerbocker glory. I think they cost 5 shillings, absolutely out of the question with our limited budget but, I really, really wanted one! So what did I get that I loved? Fish and chips out of the paper whilst sitting on the beach. Nothing has ever tasted as good before or since! What a lovely trip down memory lane.