ORMSKIRK. A Saturday on The Market.

If you remember, a weekend ago I had one of my magical mystery tours on the bus. I had a free day but nothing to fill it with

If you remember, a weekend ago I had one of my magical mystery tours on the bus. I had a free day but nothing to fill it with

Greetings from Preston, Lancashire in the UK. I’m having one of my time out sessions where I’m supposed to be wrestling with deep, creative issues but actually I’m sat in a very friendly coffee shop, The Townhouse on Friargate, eating a Danish ( that’s pastry not someone from Copenhagen) and enjoying a latte. Think I’ve done enough thinking so it will be time to head back to base and try […]

I spent Sunday in Lytham, it was day two of the annual 1940’s weekend.

I don’t quite know why but this last Saturday was a bit of a fag end of a day.

( To Mooch. The act of looking around and exploring without a set objective in mind )
The Autumn is beginning to creep up, the day’s are beginning to shorten, slice by wafer thin slice.