Mornington-By-Mere – (51) Annie’s Song (Part 09)
Karl Potter was not the only one to be taken by surprise by the Wilson’s holiday in Sharpington, Annie was also shocked by the disclosure by her parents that they had booked a week at the sea side on a whim.
Annie was going to cry off but her sister Cally told her privately that she had found her mum crying the day before.
With her confinement to the house she often fell victim to depression and found herself in despair.
She felt like a prisoner and needed desperately to get out of the house, so her husband quickly organized a brief escape from captivity to Sharpington-By-Sea.
Their destination was to be one of the properties owned by the Mornington Estate, one of the historically significant buildings that had at one time or another been under threat from modernizers.
The other jewels in the crown that the St George’s had also saved from the Philistines were the Sharpington Pier, the yacht club, and the Fun Park along with a number of shops and businesses in the historic seaside town of Sharpington-by-Sea.
The traditional seaside resort was a place which held particularly fond memories for Alex Wilson and her family, where they spent their summer holidays throughout the years when the children were growing up.
They all loved the Pier, the kids loved the beach, the crazy golf, amusements, the Fun Park and the illuminations.
Alex and Lloyd’s fondest memories were of the theatre and dancing at the Palladium ballroom.
Even as a child Annie was drawn towards the numerous well-maintained gardens along the promenade, when she wasn’t at the Fun Park enjoying one of the many rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, the Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper.
The whole family drove to Sharpington on Monday morning as they had done on many holidays in the past, however on the numerous Wilson summer sea side holidays of years gone by they didn’t spend it at a Hotel, the Wilsons stayed in a static caravan up at the Whitecliff Hill Caravan Park.
Lloyd parked the car and because they had an hour to kill before checking in, they walked along the promenade with a gentle breeze blowing off the sea and reminisced and laughed as they related in turn events that occurred on previous visits and the things that held special memories for them.
The Ghost Train in the Fun Park, Sharpington Day Parades, Halloween Fright Nights, Firework displays, Candy Floss, sand castles and paddling in the sea.
Quite naturally the mention of paddling problem the four younger members of the family to discard their footwear and run headlong down the beach, where they spent the next hour on the water’s edge, splashing in the waves, as their parents watched from the promenade.
They were so absorbed in what they were doing that they didn’t realize how far down the beach they had gone and when they looked up, they were close to the pier.
They all looked at each other and then the pier and then each other again
“Ice cream” they said in unison and raced up the beach towards the steps which led firstly to Pier and then to Bizzoni’s Ice Cream Parlour where they always went to on days in Sharpington after which they walked back the way they had come and checked into the Seaview Hotel.