The boats wait the return of the tides on a gey day on Morecambe Bay.
Some more catching up with visits to places.
Well the weather is still firmly in grumpy mood so that can take the edge off travelling. No matter If I’m not careful the clock will spin around and I will be into November, grumbling that the year has gone by and I’ve done nothing.
Risking / ignoring the weather I took a train trip up to Morecambe, the days as yet are still short so travelling miles would be a bit of a waste, coming back with a darkened landscape outside the train carriage.
Anyway I went, the weather was almost friendly, I got some fresh air and some exercise, shaking off the outer layers of the Winter sloth. I had a bite to eat and a drink in two of my favourite bars and then came home. Just like that.
Enough words , bring on the photos.
My walk around Morecambe didn’t follow any particular path, this is down where the Eden Project North will be setting down its roots. There’s been a lot of talking about it over the years, looks like things coub be starting to appear. I hope so, it would be the shot in the arm the town needs. I took this shot from the Stone Jetty, omce the earliest railway station in the town, the ferry point for the services across to Barrow in Furness and Fleetwood. It would have been a more industrial area than the genteel stretch of flowerbeds and Midland Hotel that’s there now. Like it says, the Winter Gardens on the prom. It’s restoration continues, step by step. I usually call by whenever I’m in Morecambe, keeping an eye on progress and also enjoying a scone and cream while I’m at it.The cold was beginning to bite so I walked up to the Eric Bartholemew ‘Spoons and had myself a curry to keep out the cold. I also had one of my favourite childhood reminders, a pint of RW White’s lemonade, yes I can here the tv ad running through my head as I type this. I had a window table so I could people watch Morecambe going by as I fed my face.A mini photo bomb of the market follows. It’s not the prettiest building in the world, it stands on what was the trackbed of the railway station. The railway staill serves the town though the ‘new’ station is now a stingy, two platform affair further out from the seafront, while the original, very elegant station building has survived as a performance venue called the Platform. The contrast between the old and the new would be along the lines of the original tells you you had arrived while the new one just says your here.
Known as the Festival Market, I dimly remember when it was located down Euston Road way on the opposite side of the town, it does actually sell useful things alongside the more esoteric stuff.Exhibit A Speaking of useful things. I’ve been looking for one of these latches for a while, found one on the market. Result.Hmm, a toystall, how musch of my pocket money was spent at one of these.Pet stall and shoes, got to cover all the bases in this day and age.I looped my way across the road and onto the sea front, dining was in progress at the MIdland Hotel. Sadlt not the best od days to take in the views across the Bay. There were some seats free for those hardy, well rapped up folk to enjoy the view.The town surprises from time to time with an elegant splash of colour.The evening was really starting to close in so I walked up to Bare at the top end of the town to have a drink in the Little Bare bar on Princess Crescent. It’s a favourite, a quiet, intimate place where you can join in or mind your own business overyour drink.While I was there I thought I would try a pint of Mr. Clarkson’s Hawkstone and very pleasant it was too.The day was moving on into night, it comes around so quickly at this time of the year. I made my way down to the station on Bare Lane and caught a train into Lancaster to link up with my train south to Wigan. I arrived at Lancaster with time enough for a comfortable drink in the station’s Tite & Locke bar, a Lancaster Brewery establishment with a fine selection of beers.My beer of choice to help me dry out from the rain and warm up from the cold, again the T&L is a cosy place, with an atmosphere made up of the travelling public and locals .
So that was my Morecambe cold day out by the sea. I’ve nearly warmed up now.
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