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Martin Skeffington recalls holidaying in Cleethorpes in the late 1940's:
As a young child I suffered from whooping cough and shortly after the 2nd World War my parents were advised by our doctor to take me away to the seaside for a holiday and to gain the benefits of the sea air.
We were recommended Cleethorpes as it was reckoned that the sea air at Cleethorpes was superior to elsewhere. It must have been very shortly after the war and still when rationing was in force but we seemed to fair well at the guest house (often referred to as the digs) where we stayed.
I do not remember whether we went by train or whether Uncle Les drove us there by car. I do however remember that it was at Cleethorpes that I was introduced to Weetabix as a breakfast cereal, and also it was the first place where I saw butter curled up on a dish ready to be used. I must have thought I was in seventh heaven.
I have few memories of Cleethorpes itself apart from seeing battered old trolley buses, which used to ply between Cleethorpes and Grimsby, and our trips around the docks at Grimsby. They must have allowed parties of visitors to have a look around. My father carried me on his shoulders along the edge of the docks much to my mother's fear and trepidation as she was convinced we would both fall into the water. I seem to remember grey naval-looking boats, which were presumably the remnants of the wartime protection vessels for the fishing fleet. I did not find the docks attractive.
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