I had such a good weekend up in the house in Morecambe.
The bay was at it's most glamorous......
.......that's Morecambe Bay for anyone new to my ramblings.
I said to the potter, that it was a watercolour day.
The lake district mountains in the distance looked as if the painter had turned them upside down and let the wash of colour settle in the top of the hills and the valleys were lost in a sweet mist.
Eric was his usual smiling self.
I never go past him but he is surrounded by happy people raising their left leg!
We sat outside at the Midland Hotel one evening.
The day was still warm,
and we drank our Guinness and watched the sun go down.
Old friends from Co. Down came by
so we sat in the lounge at the house and drank tea
and put the world gently to rights.
The fire was lit in the big hearth
and being old friends
we all but fell asleep.
Sheep graze on the salt marshes around the Bay.
Red Bank Farm have opened a little eaterie there.
And they sell their home grown and home cooked Lamb Henry
with heaps of fluffy mash and petit pois and yummy gravy.
And then all that is left to do is have a walk along the salt marshes,
while happy dogs romp
and kites are flown.
And travel back down the M6 for another week's work.
