Class 142 Pacer!
Southport markets itself as a traditional seaside resort. So I headed for the pier. Once the rain had stopped, of course!
here. I resisted the temptation to ride this little tractor train on the way to the end of the pier, a kilometer stroll. At the pier pavilion I found a small exhibition on Southport's history as well
as traditional penny slot machines, still using old money. When I was a boy you got 240 pence to a pound note. My 2014 pound coin bought me just ten old pennies yesterday, and these soon disappeared into the various one-armed bandits!
here, and imagine what it must have looked like here, with its 'Atmosphere always dry, pure, and clear'! The building which housed the rink is long gone, but it would have been around here at 184 Lord Street. That information comes thanks to helpful people I met in the library at The Atkinson.
One should always leave an attraction unvisited as a reason to return in the future. So my review of the British Lawnmower Museum will have to wait for another day!
And, in case you are wondering, I did have a fish supper before my journey home. How could I not!
Photos © Skip Cottage