A Paradise of Dereliction

E whisked me away to a mystery location for my birthday, which turned out to be Morecambe. We both have a penchant for faded glory.

The bitterly cold weather added to the forlorn feel of the place. I explored the huge promenade later on a run to Heysham and back, the tide low, with hazy views across the flats to the southern Lake District. A stark beauty remains. It must have been quite something in its heyday.