Sand Racing.

There is just so much beach at Mablethorpe, not just at the town, but for miles and miles either way, over 50 miles of it:

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The Coast Path covers the whole coastline and will eventually open up the whole of the East Coast. That’s why there may be a lot of bikes and support vehicles, but the beaches are mostly flat and it all looks lost in so much space. Having been here for almost 20 years now, and visited for years before the move here, we now know some places that the ‘grockles’ don’t see and most locals don’t either. There is one tiny beach, hidden from the narrow road and surrounded by high (for Lincs!) banks, that I found whilst exploring with my eldest grandson when he was 3. He’s now 26 in January but we still call that “Jack and granddad’s beach” because he christened it so. Actually, I was ‘grandbob’ in those days, to differentiate from his other grandad, that he has not seen for years now.

So the races are not a manic charge like Weston, Dave and the town is not as packed as Margate, JayCeeDee. The beach is over and well forward of the defence banks created after the ’53 floods and most bikers vehicles pass through Mablethorpe arriving and departing. With several good cafes and chippies (even a cocktail bar in summer!) right on the prom, eats are always available.

I love the empty beaches in winter. My SIL, a Brummy townie, brought his townie dog when he met my daughter. I looked after Rebel for two weeks of their first holiday, in February. Took Rebel, a big friendly Lab cross, to Mablethorpe North end and he went berserk, running round in ever increasing circles. You can always spot the townie dogs in winter, which is the only time they are allowed on the beaches. They go mad at the spaces: one or two have simply disappeared into the horizon. Rebel lived to a grand age of 16 and passed last year, quietly in his sleep. That dog was a favourite of the whole family.