Summer is here, and in the People's Republic of South Yorkshire, beach fever has hit. Unfortunately we're land-locked, so our options are two-fold; take the people to the beach, or bring the beach to the people.
Every summer the Peace Gardens are overrun with seaside attractions. A beach with buckets and spades, a hook-a-duck, a helter-skelter and even fresh doughnuts. A bit of a break from the usual city life. We took the kids for an afternoon in the relative sunshine.
Every summer the Peace Gardens are overrun with seaside attractions. A beach with buckets and spades, a hook-a-duck, a helter-skelter and even fresh doughnuts. A bit of a break from the usual city life. We took the kids for an afternoon in the relative sunshine.
Being a big fan of crazy golf, I made a bee-line for the 9 hole course behind the fountains. The holes were actually plastic constructions of dubious quality, but I didn't care. It was a good laugh. It took a while for us to notice that the shape of the holes spelled CRAZY GOLF. A pretty nifty idea, I thought.
After all that exertion it was time for a sit down. There were a lot of things on offer and the whole place looked rather quaint and nostalgic. The kids had slushy drinks which, unfortunately, resulted in mass brain freeze.
After our short break the kids wanted to go on the swingboats. While they did that, I examined a small amount of sand.
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