SOUTHPORT. A Pier & A Pint.

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

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.

Now in yesterday’s post I did drag you all around a bit as I took in my first Edinburgh Fringe for a couple of years, three in fact.

Right, I haven’t been to the fringe for a couple of years, we all know why but for now that goblin of unhappiness is back in it’s box so I took myself off to that capital city in the north. It was a fine and sunny day, hot too so the crowds were out, both to see the Festival and the Fringe and to just soak up the sunshine. I […]

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