The prospect of an ice cream on Fleetwood's lovely promenade was too good to miss.
It is lovely living by the sea, although a house in Norfolk by the river, with a motor cruiser tied up at the bottom of the lawn might be of interest!....and I suppose it would be lovely to be closer to our family.
Anyway, off we went, negotiating a new roundabout that the County Council in its wisdom have constructed at a cost of millions no doubt and something that in my opinion was not needed, but their efforts have resulted in an absolute confusing horror with inadequate signage etc. There is definitely going to be an horrific accident there soon.
Anyway, we got through it again after much mental contortion as to which lane was the appropriate one to take and made our way to Fleetwood.
Training for Mariners studying at the Nautical College, on the boating lake.....
This is a former thriving fishing port and ferry terminal and a place that, before the axe man Beeching imposed his devastating changes to the rail system had a wonderful Victorian Railway Station which was demolished years ago. The name of the nearby hotel, 'The North Euston. gives the game away as being the departure point for rail passengers travelling on the ferries to the Isle of Man and Ireland.
....and the inevitable 'crabbers'!
However, Fleetwood, although a little tired now and requiring a major benefactor to inject a large amount of money into it, it is a place with outstanding Georgian buildings and much history...and with the best view of the Lakeland mountains across Morecambe Bay.
Great ice cream too, an absolute must on a day like this!
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