The last time I had been to Southport I was almost too young to remember it. It must have been in 1969 and, so the family story goes, my stepfather Peter drove everyone on the sands on the huge beach in our old battered car. And, later we were stopped by the Police, suspicious of the long-haired driver of the mud-spattered vehicle.
I got a cheap train ticket and went with Jim on a sodden February day to see the place for myself. It is a charming and clean seaside town, making itself ready for the first visitors of the season. It was too cold to go on the beach.
I found out that Southport is the home of the famous racehorse Red Rum who won the Grand National three times.
We met a very interesting photographer who shoots film on an impressive variety of antique cameras: Lee_ah_456 link to their Instagram here
I liked the good value promised by Silcocks, whose amusements seem to dominate the town. The Crazy Golf was unfortunately closed, but the signs offered a lot of advice and promise.
And, we saw the spectacle of huge blocks of frozen doner kebabs being delivered to one of the fast food outlets. Who knew?


































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