Big sleep in till 8 am, wash the bikes, adjust my gear cable ( barrel adjuster had been moved out of the screw as the cable stretched and wouldn’t go back in).

Then a walk up the Promenade, along two of the three piers, lunch at Weatherspoons ‘The Albert and the Lion’. Best fun watching John force down a chicken vindaloo so hot his eyeballs were burning.

Then a tram ride out to Fleetwood on the tram. A bit down at heel area. Still had my hair cut by a Romanian who wouldn’t accept any payment except cash, even to the point of letting me leave without payment on promise of getting cash from the rediteller.

Planning fish and chips on the Promenade for dinner tonight to get the full Blackpoool experience. (Had the fish and chips, suitably greasy and over-cooked, the perfect Blackpool experience).

Bought some overpriced nougat at the Blackpool Rock Candy shop. By 9 pm drunk boys spilling into the street and young girls still walking around in tank tops and short shorts at 9 degrees C. My trashy, run down, mass consumer oriented Blackpool experience was just as I expected and wanted. To bed.