Was that a dinosaur? 2.0

Christmas in Cleethorpes- part 2

With the journey over I settled in for a week at my daughter’s and some time with my grandson (he would be going to his dad’s to stay a couple of nights as well).

I saw my grandson at mealtimes and as we played board games and card games together; when his friend was available he’d be chatting and gaming with him.

We settled into a living with each other routine where we all lived our normal lives and didn’t feel we had to “perform”.

On Christmas Eve Eve (after having some family game sessions in between meals) we went on my grandson’s annual “rating the Christmas lights walk”.

Two nighttime outdoor scenes filled with Christmas lights and decorations. The top image shows the front of a house with an abundance of festive decorations. There's a red car parked in the driveway. The house is adorned with colorful string lights, a light-up Santa figure near the front door, glowing star and reindeer shapes, a spiral lit-up tree, and a decorated Christmas tree visible inside through the window. Lights also run along the upper edge of the house and around the window, giving off a lively, cheerful atmosphere. The bottom image is a backyard with more Christmas-themed light displays. On the lawn, several glowing figures are featured, including multiple reindeer, a snowman, and a sleigh. Large decorative ornaments and illuminated shapes hang from above, while a garden shed is brightly lit in the background, topped by a tall, cone-shaped light resembling a Christmas tree. Colorful buckets are scattered around the deck in the foreground, and the overall scene is festive and vibrant, creating a magical winter wonderland.

He found a clear winner in the house above. The owner saw us admiring the front and after being told about my grandson declaring it to be the best he’d seen that evening invited us around the back. Santas grotto couldn’t be better. We were given an invitation to return next year.

Christmas Eve was spent playing games and staying home and an early Christmas roast dinner.

Christmas morning was of course unwrapping gifts, after which my grandson went to his dad’s.

My daughter and I spent a quiet day eating and just being together companionably.

Boxing Day we went out in the late morning so we could see the Grimsby Morris sing and dance along Cleethorpes promenade. They started in The Punchbowl singing a few songs and doing a traditional hanky dance, before dancing on the promenade opposite the pub. We followed them up to the station where they posed for photos before doing some more dancing.

A collage of four photos showing a group of people dressed in very colourful, rag-covered costumes. Each person’s outfit is covered with many strips of brightly coloured fabric. In the largest image at the top, they are dancing outside by the seaside on a paved promenade, with railings and a sandy shore in the background. In the bottom left image, two dancers are seen from the back waving white hankies while dancing inside The Punchbowl. The bottom centre image shows the dancers in action, clashing sticks together under a clear blue sky on the same seafront. The bottom right photo has two dancers mid-step on the railway station concourse. Spectators and passersby can be seen in some of the outdoor scenes. The group’s costumes and the rhythm of their movement show they are performing a traditional folk dance, Morris dancing.

While the Grimsby Morris were hardy enough to continue visiting hostelries to sing in, and dancing along the promenade, I was “old lady” cold so my daughter and I returned to her home where we spent a quiet afternoon and evening.

Saturday was a quiet day and my grandson returned. So more family games and quiet time together.

Sunday was a quiet day.

Monday my grandson went out on a family visit with his dad, and my daughter and I went to the station for my journey home. My bags were a lot lighter I just used my purple backpack and my messenger bag packing away my orange backpack.

Part 3 coming up.

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