This morning I went for a morning run down a pretty canal, over a little bridge and through some wide-open fields. I passed a smiley lady who was walking her dog, said ‘good morning’ to a friendly chap up and about tending to his barge, before catching a glimpse of a woman pouring her first cuppa of the day through the kitchen window of her pretty barge. I was beginning to slow down and take a breather when I spotted what I thought was a deer over in the distance to my right. Perspective can be deceiving so for a moment I thought it might possibly be a rather large rabbit or hare but then its white, fluffy looking rump patch came into view and it looked up, giving me the chance to see its majestic profile. Seconds later the deer began to run but not in a bouncy spring lamb kind of way. The deer was running like springbok run from leopards and cheetahs on wildlife documentaries. Apparently…

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Nestled beside a busy boardwalk and a wide sandy coastline, stand a neat little row of perfectly aligned wooden beach huts painted in soft pastel shades. These elegant little dwellings on the beachfront at Lytham St Annes are effortlessly pretty like a vintage postcard. They ooze nostalgia and evoke childhood memories that remind us of the simple pleasures in life – spending quality time with the people we love with sand between our toes and the sea breeze rustling through our clothes and our hair. However much we enjoy the modern technologies that seem to make life so much easier, yet complicate our lives without us often realising, sometimes it is refreshing to leave it all behind for the day. Petite in size they may be, but don’t be fooled, once inside you will feel like the King or Queen of your very own piece of the seaside. Of course it isn’t really yours and you do…

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