lachlansimages

The travels, musings and thoughts of a man and his camera.

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 )

It’s funny how some days turn out. I’d planned a day in Lancaster with a trip out to Morecambe for the evening.

You see, the thing with photography is that for all the technology etc there’s still a few things that are in the lap of the Gods.

A hop skip and a jump away by train, though it more comfortable if you sit down, is the Cheshire market town of Frodsham.