I've arrived in Morecambe with Mum & Dad ready for tomorrow's run. The town has the faded glamour I like from my seaside towns but the rain was a bit much. I'd not packed a coat and was quickly soaked to the skin this evening. I took some good photos though.
The tide was in tonight, meaning the race course was underwater. The event sounds daunting but I'll just do my best and see how it goes.
A new parcel of books was waiting for me in Melbourne last night – Spook Country, The Body Artist and Julie Burchill and Daniel Raven's book Made in Brighton. I don't have any issue with Burchill and Raven writing the book, since Raven has lived in Brighton far longer than I have and, besides, everyone's welcomed to their opinion. But I had to stop reading at the reference to the "North Laines". Maybe it's pedantic, but if you're going to write a book about something it's best
not to make common mistakes to acknowledge the subtleties.
Anyway. I've got a load of notes for a last story about circuses that I'm going to type up tonight. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, with the race and visits to relatives on the way home, but I'll write an entry on it once I have chance.