Morecambe was our family trip from Preston yesterday, £23 being a third of the price of a trek into the Lakes. That’s the best thing about Morecambe; you get the views of the hilly bits nicely labelled for you, and you don’t need to climb them.
I sent Mrs RM and the boys ahead on a five mile hike to Bolton-le-Sands while I ticked off a couple of rare GBG newbies. I’m all heart.
There’s more sand here than in Ambleside, and more pubs than on Scafell. Despite those attractions, there were more folk in the coffee shops than on the shore.
A lot of peeling paint too, particularly on the Guest Houses to the north, many of which have been converted to care homes. In parts the town is unexpectedly attractive, reminded me of the Isle of Man, though sadly without the Okells.
There’s a fair bit of faded grandeur though, and the Royal Hotel is just a marvellous old boozer, reminding me of the Stork in Birkenhead.
Some of the best tiling outside of Merseyside, couples gazing out to the Eric Morecambe statue, a bloke singing along, badly, to Boogie Wonderland, decent beer at £2.20 a pint. I can forgive it the high tables.
This is a bumper year for the town, and a second new GBG entry was quite a contrast. The Morecambe is a smart hotel that was mopping up the refined dining trade at 2pm. It reminds me of the Glengower in Aberystwyth, apart, of course, from the language difficulties. Old videos of Miss Morecambe were showing on the TV, which was nice.
A little bit sterile after the Royal, but Mrs RM would have appreciated the décor and a superb Cwtch (NBSS 4). Rather like other Champion Beer of Britain winners, Cwtch has been a bit dull in less than stellar GBG pub in the last year, but this was cool and chewy.
But, but, what on earth are those jam jars with handles (see top) ?
I caught up with Mrs RM a mile up the coast.
Actual phone message record here;
“Where are you, exactly?”
“Emma yet church”
“Well done. Keep walking”
You really don’t want to lose two boys on Morecambe Bay
So, a bit shabby, but very lovely. Margate looked like this a decade ago. And look at it now. All it needs is half a dozen micropubs.
The Royal at Bolton-le-Sands was worth the 90 minute walk for the Lakeland Gold (NBSS 4) alone, but I’m not sure that view was universally shared amongst our party.