Weeds

A quick visit back to Lytham today to visit my ill elderly Aunt. My healthy younger Aunt & Uncle took me for lunch at Lytham Hall - not really my sort of thing - the fading glories of years gone past - ruined by being a corporate training centre for too many years and now only kept going with an army of retired volunteers - it seemed like a good metaphor for Lytham itself.
With so many blips of ancient portraits and peeling plasterwork - it was these supposed weeds, growing in the lawns, that took my fancy for the day.