The good weather made an encore appearance this weekend just gone so I grabbed it by the throat and headed for the coast. I’d set my sights on Morecambe, get some fresh sea air and make a start on blowing away the Winter doldrums and cobwebs and as daylight is still nose diving around the six thirty mark there was little point in travelling too far. The journey is a […]
How does the old song go? “Don’t know why, there’s no sun up in the sky, Stormy weather. Well it certainly was on Saturday as Storm Darragh blew into town. I had thought about staying in under my own roof for the day but there’ll be time enough and more for that soon enough. I thought that a quickish trip into Liverpool, grab a coffee and a nice cake would […]
So the morning after my arrival in Morecambe with an uninvited guest by the name of Bert. Yes the stormy one. I had plans to go to the always entertaining Dickensian Christmas Festival in Ulverston, yes the Dickfest, however Bert had other plans. My plan was to travel up to Morecambe, check into my B&B and then carry on to Ulverston, enjoy the Victorian jollities the head back down to […]
I dropped on a weekend in Morecambe which fitted in perfectly with my plans to visit the Ulverston Dickensian Weekend, the Dickfest. All was well then along came Bert. Yes that Bert, Bert The Storm. My plans had been straight up to Ulverston then head back down into Morecambe, check in and have the rest of the weekend devoted to doing an awful lot of nothing and taking my time […]
The days are now getting criminally short and grey, not exactly solar panel friendly. I didn’t fancy being in the house all day, watching the grim weather go by, there’ll be time enough and more for that. So after a bit of thinking I decided on Grange over Sands as a suitable place to spend a couple of hours. I landed up at Lancaster with an hour to spare for […]
Right, so I had a choice. It was a Saturday a week ago and there’s few things worse than a Saturday going to waste. However it was raining, I mean RAINING. So it was either stay in and watch the raindrops tumble down the windowpanes while counting the minutes before bedtime or be brave, put on the big coat ( Northern England term used to describe clothing worn as protection against any form of weather from a mild shower up to and including erupting volcanoes and the arrival of the four horsemen of the apocalypse ). I chose the latter.
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