Ant & Dec spend £4,700 to take 10 orphans on their first ever beach holiday to Brighton — but a message in the sand causes cameras to be lowered
Instead of taking a film crew outside, Ant & Dec proposed a holiday for 10 children at an orphanage in Birmingham. They ate ice cream, built sandcastles and went swimming. As they left, a six-year-old girl used a stick to write in the sand: “I wish you were our dads.” Ant left for a while — so no one could see his rage.
Ant and Dec’s Brighton Beach Adventure
In the whirlwind of their television empire, Ant McPartlin and Dec Donnelly were known for bringing joy to millions through Saturday Night Takeaway. But beyond the studio lights, their hearts beat for moments that mattered most—moments of genuine connection. When their production team proposed an off-site retreat for the crew, Ant and Dec had a different idea. “Let’s do something for kids who need it,” Dec suggested, his voice earnest. Ant nodded, already picturing the smiles. They decided to fund a day trip for 10 children from a Birmingham orphanage, many of whom had never seen the sea. With £4,700 from their own pockets, they planned a day at Brighton Beach—a first for the kids and a memory to last a lifetime.
The orphanage, a modest home on Birmingham’s outskirts, housed children whose lives had been marked by loss but also resilience. Ant and Dec worked with the staff to select 10 kids, aged 6 to 12, who’d never had a proper holiday. The duo kept the plan a surprise, only telling the children they were going on a “special adventure.” On a sunny Saturday morning, a colorful minibus pulled up, decorated with balloons and streamers. Ant and Dec hopped out, greeted by wide-eyed stares and squeals of recognition. “Ready for the best day ever?” Ant called, high-fiving each child as they boarded.
The journey to Brighton was a riot of chatter and laughter. Dec led sing-alongs of pop hits, while Ant handed out snacks, joking about his “world-famous crisp-passing skills.” The children, usually reserved, opened up, sharing stories of favorite Takeaway episodes. For many, this was their first trip beyond Birmingham’s borders, and the anticipation sparkled in their eyes as the minibus neared the coast. When the sea finally appeared, a shimmering expanse under the summer sun, the kids pressed their faces to the windows, gasping. “It’s so big!” cried 8-year-old Liam, his voice full of wonder.
Brighton Beach buzzed with energy as Ant and Dec led the group to the shore. The children, clutching buckets and spades donated by a local shop, dove into the day. Ant, ever the competitor, organized a sandcastle-building contest, piling sand with 10-year-old Mia while Dec helped 6-year-old Sophie shape a lopsided turret. The beach echoed with giggles as waves lapped at their creations, some collapsing in hilarious heaps. “Yours looks like a pancake, Ant!” Dec teased, earning a playful shove. The kids, caught up in the fun, forgot their usual shyness, their laughter mingling with the seagulls’ cries.
Next came ice cream, a treat the children rarely had. Ant and Dec handed out cones piled high with chocolate and strawberry scoops, joining in as the kids debated flavors. “Mint’s the best!” insisted 12-year-old Jamal, while Sophie, her face smeared with vanilla, declared, “No, this is!” The group strolled along the promenade, the sea breeze tousling their hair. At the arcade, Ant and Dec traded their usual TV cameras for pocketfuls of coins, cheering as the kids played claw machines and raced virtual cars. When 9-year-old Ellie won a stuffed dolphin, she hugged it tightly, whispering, “I’m keeping this forever.”
The day’s highlight was ten-pin bowling at a nearby alley. Ant and Dec, in true showman style, turned it into a mini Takeaway event, complete with silly commentary and victory dances. When 7-year-old Noah bowled a strike, Ant lifted him onto his shoulders, parading him like a champion. The children’s joy was infectious, their faces glowing with a happiness they hadn’t known in years. The orphanage staff, watching from the sidelines, wiped away tears, grateful for a day where the kids could just be kids.
As the sun dipped low, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, the group gathered on the beach for one last moment. The children, tired but beaming, sat on blankets, munching fish and chips. Ant and Dec, usually surrounded by cameras, had asked the crew to keep things low-key, wanting the day to be about the kids, not publicity. As the group prepared to leave, Sophie, the youngest at 6, tugged Dec’s sleeve. “Can I make something?” she asked, holding a stick. Dec nodded, curious, and watched as she knelt in the sand, carefully scratching out words.
The group gathered around, reading her message: “I wish you were our dads.” The simple words, etched in the soft sand, stopped everyone in their tracks. Sophie looked up, her eyes wide and sincere, and the other children nodded, their faces a mix of hope and gratitude. Dec knelt beside her, his voice gentle. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said, Sophie.” Ant, standing a few steps away, turned toward the sea, his shoulders trembling. He walked a short distance, hands in his pockets, not wanting the kids to see his eyes welling up. The weight of Sophie’s wish, the love behind it, hit him hard—a reminder of the void these children carried and the fleeting but profound impact of their day together.
The group stood in silence, the waves’ rhythm a soft backdrop to the moment. Dec hugged Sophie, then each child, while Ant rejoined them, his smile steady but his eyes red. “You lot are the real stars,” he said, his voice thick. The children piled into a group hug, their laughter and tears blending into something unforgettable. As the minibus pulled away, the kids waved frantically, their dolphin toys and ice cream-stained smiles pressed against the windows.
Back in Birmingham, the orphanage buzzed with stories of the day. The children recounted every detail—sandcastles, bowling, and Ant’s terrible dance moves—while the staff framed a photo of the group on the beach. Ant and Dec, back in London, sat quietly in their office, the sand message etched in their minds. “We gave them a day,” Dec said, “but they gave us something bigger.” Ant nodded, his voice soft. “A family, for a moment.”
The story of Brighton Beach spread quietly, not through headlines but through the children’s joy, a ripple of kindness that touched hearts far beyond the shore. For Ant and Dec, it was a day that redefined their purpose, proving that sometimes, the smallest gestures leave the deepest marks.
