The Sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.

I went to my local coast line today, rainy old morecambe bog, i mean bay. maybe not an ideal coastline of your dreams but still... i find some aspects of the bay quite quaint and retro. Morecambe houses the wonderful art deco midland hotel, if you ever get chance to visit here (maybe once in your lifetime) stay at the midland, you'll be presently surprised with how wonderful and magical it is inside and out.

I heart morecambe.

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.

Today i saw the cutest ice cream van, sat lonely on the coast of Morecambe.

The pretty lady only sold traditional fruit ices, and 99 ice creams, with not a bright wrapper in sight. On the counter stood a vase of the sweetest pink flowers and inside was decorated with floral chintz and homemade matching paper chains lined the windows.