My freelance writing day was Thursday this past week but as
it was so sunny, I put my pen and paper in my day pack and hopped onto the 0844
train at Manchester Victoria. Northern
Rail wove its way through lush green parts of Salford and Lancashire.
By 1004 I was at the coast in a swelteringly hot Southport (22°C and rising).
More on that another day- it’s mostly an elegant 19th
Century resort with some tasteful modern trappings, with beach, pier and a vintage
amusement arcade. A coastal path takes you among reeds, river and sand,
flutterbys, natterjack toads, bunnies and birds and much more.
Sefton Borough Council
have done well to minimise Southport from being a typical chintzy British
seaside town full of chips, candy floss and tack, but it’s there if you want
it, as in this photo!
Taking part in Weekend
Reflections.
It occurs to me that our definitions of swelteringly hot are different! Good reflection.
ReplyDeleteDo not fear, this Aussie has her bags packed for Blighty, I can do sweltering hot at 22 degrees, it is what I tell my friends here is 'British good'! Actually, we're two weeks off winter and we're at around 22 degrees here in Melbourne.
ReplyDeleteRunning now, in case you throw your candy floss stick at me!
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