Day 1....
That used to be a Fish and Chip Shop fifty years ago, where my dad kept a baseball bat behind the counter for rowdy drunks, that window above was us lads' bedroom window....
Half mile away, North Pier. We used to build carts out of discarded baby carriage wheels and as well as use 'em to carry holidaymakers bags at the train station for tips we would lay on 'em and roll 'em down that cobblestone ramp
, I left considerable skin there back in the day.
Eight miles away going north, the ferry at Fleetwood...
"Knott End" would be that sandbar right across the way...