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July 2, 2006
I've been coming to Hornsea since I was very small and being from quite a suburban area, I found seeing the sea so exciting. The taste of the salt in the air, the gritty sand between my toes and the exhilaration as the freezing North Sea hit my feet. Having known the beach so long, that feeling had all but gone. But last weekend I re-discovered it, after a little coercing from a childhood friend: Hornsea may not be the prettiest beach, but there's a sense of rugged beauty about it. The sea is never quite still, which makes it popular with jet-skiers, and you're constantly reminded of its immense power by the alarming erosion of the clay cliffs.
The further north you walk, the more debris you'll find, artifacts of lives that once sat atop the cliffs. The beach itself is very clean, having just won a blue flag for cleanliness, but dunes of rocks line the walls of the beach, which have been there since Hornsea's hey-day as a Victorian spa resort, so don't make the mistake my friends and I made of trying to walk the entire length of the beach in bare feet - it will not be comfortable. Having said that, there are still plenty of traditional beachside vendors, mostly selling traditional seasidey bucket and spade sets, shiny metallic windmills and the ever-present 99 ice cream.
There are also some amusement arcades nearby, but once the novelty has warn off, I'd steer clear of them. Most restaurants and cafes are only a five minute walk from the seafront, as are many of the small, family run B&Bs. Be warned though, even if it seems warm in the centre of town, the North Sea winds will cause the beach to be that bit cooler. Nevertheless, during the season (April to October), the main beach is usually quite busy, so get there early to bag a prime spot and a good parking space.
From journal Hornsea - I live there, maybe you should