MORECAMBE. Evening On The Bay.

Shadows begin to lengthen as the day creeps to a close.

As well as using public transport I do drive. Me and my little beat up car get out and about, when I’m looking for that extra little bit of travel flexibility that come with using the car instead of the train or the bus.

The day had been going well, however a couple of transport glitches means I’m at Oxenholme station waiting for a train down to Lancaster. No point in getting ratty about it, it is what it is. Anyway there’s something a bit magical about a railway out in the countryside in the evening. The local wildlife begins to take over the station as those dratted humans beggar off out of the […]

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

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.