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| A short walk on a sunny but blustery day. We parked up on the large but almost empty car park by the Heritage Centre, on the edge of the original and older part of Heysham village. From there we crossed the road and walked down Main Street. |
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| At the bottom of the street we turned off to the right, to follow a signposted footpath, which led us onto the coastal path. |
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| The tide was out, and as we set off towards Morecambe we were being pushed along by a powerful southerly wind. |
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| Nearing Morecambe, the more recent flood defences were in evidence. |
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| A garishly painted property...... |
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| .....with a colour co-ordinated resident. |
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| The Battery. The aptly named but now closed, Thwaites pub. |
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| Won't be long chaps. |
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| Morecambe Bay |
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| Anthony had arranged to meet up with some of our Meanderthal friends for lunch, and here they are. |
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| Martin, John...... |
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| And, on the left, Lawrence, a strain of the meanderthal species previously thought to have gone into extinction, but happily, meanderthals are not that easy to get rid of. |
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| The tall guy in the middle, Morecambe's favourite son, who took his hometown as his as his stage name, the one and only Eric Morecambe. The one next to him with the short fat hairy legs is our very own, the one and only Vic |
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| We had lunch at the Wetherspoons pub, The Eric Bartholomew. H'm I think it was a good decision to adopt a new stage name. |
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| After lunch we all went to have a look at Martins new car, then leaving our friends behind we set off to find where we could catch a bus back to Heysham village. Could we find the bus stop to take us back there? We could not, after quizzing a local lady and being misdirected we decided to get a taxi. |
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| This Jacko look-a-like was moonwalking his way to potential stardom. |
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| He certainly looked the part. DK |
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