The Best Donuts in Skegness

This Donut Hut in Skegness makes the perfect Donuts, Based on size per donut and sets a quality standard that must be made up of years of experience.

She should receive an award for the love and passion that goes into making them.

Sometimes she might even slip in an extra Donut as a nice gesture.

Also for £1x4 Donuts and upgrade to cinnamon Sugar for only 50p more.

She also sells butterscotch and chocolate Dips to dunk your donuts in, 

I have tried different donuts from a few vendors around Skegness.

I won’t name them, I will just rate them by price, Quality and Value.

£2.50 4x Donuts these ones are like 4 thin hoops like onion rings. Quality low, No love, not passionate at all and not worthy of sharing 

Another vendor £2.00 4x donuts that turn out to be mini donuts with no hole to see through hole, and are not worthy of sharing 

 

The Only Poem He ever wrote

 David Bradford wrote this poem close to the end of his time in this life.

When first read it, When he was alive, I read it in the wrong frame of mind.

And now he isn’t here, His poem sounds like him.

It is only now I understand his poem.

My Dad was Dyslexic so writing this poem taken more effort than normal.

I Thank everyone who was his Friend, brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces, great grandchildren, sons and Daughters.

And to everyone who attended, let’s keep a memory of him in our hearts

Poem Written in April 2021 By David Bradford

Time goes on 

Yet all things must die.

The stream will cease to flow;

The wind will cease to blow;

The clouds will cease to fleet;

The heart will cease to beat;

For all things must die.

All things must die.

Spring will come never more.

O, vanity!

Death waits at the door.

See! our friends are all forsakingYet all things must die.

The stream will cease to flow;

The wind will cease to blow;

The clouds will cease to fleet;

The heart will cease to beat;

For all things must die.

All things must die.

Spring will come never more.

O, vanity!

Death waits at the door.

See! our friends are all forsaking

The wine and the merrymaking.

We are call’d–we must go.

Laid low, very low,

The wine and the merrymaking.

We are call’d–we must go.

Laid low, very low,

This world does not belong to anyone