Why write something when it’s already been written, right? Honestly, I wanted to post something short (being that I’m on spring break, and all), but then I read David Welford’s post. It was such an encouragement…so full of good stuff…that I decided to repost it here.
Billy Butlin would be rolling in his grave. There are potholes all around his Skegness resort. Not only are there potholes, there are also many areas where water gathers in large puddles, even on recently laid paths. Consequently, it can be a bit of a minefield navigating between the various venues and the chalets, especially in the dark.
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