Thursday, June 12, 2003

 

Day 49. Friday 13 June 2003. Morecambe.

Well I wake up early to the early morning sun shining through the window. It is day 49 and 7 weeks since we left New Zealand. We have done many things and now we are here in Morecambe. I haven't been here since the 1950s but I still recognised many things as we came along the Promenade yesterday.

It is only 5.30 a.m. and as I sit up in bed I look through the window down into the street at a lone figure walking. What caught my eye was her dress, a black and white uniform and black stockings with a small frilly half rounded white hat perched on her head as she slowly sauntered up the street enjoying the warm morning sun. A maid from one of the holiday hotels no doubt going to work or from one of the larger boarding houses. June, the holiday season will just be getting into operation with the summer influx of visitors.

Nothing had changed here I thought, her dress was the same as 50 years ago. An after thought came to mind; when we were in Kendal in 2000 we visited a café in the Market Place and saw the same similar uniform of long ago. The old mixing with the new.

I went and made a cup of tea then searched and found a biscuit to help the tea go down. Later everyone was up and we had breakfast.

Mid morning, we all went up town to the library and down-loaded John's emails and ours too. I showed John how to write his emails when home to a disc and send them when he visited the library. The main shopping area was just off the Promenade together with the library and supermarkets. All nice and modern and much different since the 1950s with the new face lift.

The rest of the day was lazy and in the evening I went across the road to the Promenade to cool off after the heat of the day. Was Morecambe Bay always so muddy I wondered, with the tide out? I seemed to remember hard packed sand, deck-chairs and donkeys? Then maybe it was muddy this far down along the beach?

Late afternoon drinks then dinner and again we chatted during the evening. Early bed called. It was not the physical exercise of the day that was tiring, it was the brain trying to absorb everything that makes one tired.

posted by OldEric 12:06 pm