We pop along to the shops. As we turn
inland away from the promenade, we’re greeted by a magnificent sight. Beyond
the buildings lie the Pennines, covered by snow. Simply beautiful.
After our quick shop we decide to go on
to the golf club to catch up with some friends we’ve not seen for a couple of
weeks – too busy visiting the hospital all the time. As we go along this
stretch of the promenade, our breath is taken away by the sight of the Lakeland
Fells, also covered in snow. The contours of the fells are brought out by the
pinky purple shading on snowy slopes. By this time the light is beginning to
fade so the world is suffused with a pink glow. The water in the estuary is a
sheet of brilliant glass.
It is difficult to imagine a much more
beautiful spot than Morecambe on days like these. It truly makes you feel good
to be alive & is guaranteed to raise any flagging spirits.
Last night was another very cold night.
By now even the pavements are shining whitely. The thermometer was down a
degree even lower this morning. If only winter would continue like this I
wouldn’t grumble. Unfortunately I suspect the rain & grey will soon be
back. But for now, I rejoice & do my best to appreciate what is literally
before my eyes.
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