Lytham

This is the Green at Lytham*.
I've grown to have a deep dislike of Lytham. It's not one of those irrational things; I had an unhappy childhood there and eventually Mum was killed there. I'd be happy to never see the place again, and yet I find that odd.
I can acknowledge that the place had nothing to do in causing either, and those responsible for both are no longer there.
I can acknowledge that some find it beautiful (although I get nothing from any form of these 'far reaching' open views, much like Lincolnshire they leave me cold), I know that anywhere else I'd enjoy the plethora of cafes, bars and restaurants.
I have family still there who I enjoy visiting, but even as I turn to drive down the M55 my spirits involuntarily fall, Lytham casts a spell, and its not a good one.
Yesterday I had to be there to deal with matters of the Estate, hopefully we can soon move to a resolution of my involvement as Administrator and then I can just make everyone visit us!

* Thankfully its not made me dislike windmills.