Seldon,
Self Declaration
Trip Advising, “Trip the Light Fantastic”, Morecambe, December 2015
I have to start by saying that at first glance neither myself, nor my wife, were impressed by what we saw of Trip the Light Fantastic; but seeing as our family had spent all day flying to our off peak winter break at Morecambe Bay, and the accommodation was (as advertised) very convenient for the beach, we decided to give it a go. Unfortunately the ocean views were the first of many disappointments. Yes, we were theoretically so close to the sea that we could smell tomorrow’s fish supper, but whoever took the pictures for the hotel brochure cleverly chose a day when the tide was in, and the sun was out. Not once, during the two weeks that we spent at “The Fantastic”, did we see a single second of sunshine. If the driving rain ceased long enough for us to even glimpse the waves then we could be certain that dense fog would take over. Our family has always prided itself on plumage that can withstand the worst that the elements can throw at us, but it is fair to say that Morecambe has defeated us all.
As for the hotel. Other than some sodden, mumbling, stragglers it would seem that all the staff had walked out long ago; we were left to fend for ourselves. In fairness our lads were pleasantly surprised by the mysterious abundance of regurgitated beer-battered fish and chips (with extra beer) apparently a local speciality. The en suite bathroom was very commodious indeed and designed in that “natural stone wet-room” style so popular in “The States”. However it failed to offer very much in the way of privacy, or indeed any protection whatsoever from the continuous gale force winds. As for the landscaping, if you like either muddy sand, or sandy mud then “The Fantastic” at Morecambe Bay is a good destination for you.
After some days of careful beach-combing we were disappointed to discover that both of Morecambe’s piers would seem to have disappeared. We’d heard a rumour that one had (unsurprisingly) been washed away by a storm in the 1970’s but apparently the other vanished almost overnight some twenty years ago. So with nowhere more exciting to roost we set off in search of the monument to Morecambe’s most famous son; Eric. His rain-streaked face was undoubtedly the happiest sight we encountered in our whole fortnight’s holiday. As my wife perched on his upturned foot and our sons circled overhead, we chorused the anthem that now has a far deeper meaning for us all… “Bring me sunshine…”
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