My Grandparents
lived in Southport in discrete retirement after Arthur Noel left Metropolitan-Vicars.
I often stayed with them.
My Grandfather
took me to
a cafe in Lord Street (could it have been Woodhead's?)at eleven in
the morning for tea and biscuits. We talked of Soviet Russia. I was
a smart ass and Southern clever boots and he was very patient. He would
play bowls on the sea front with various dessicated friends and slow
youths. I remember the sound and smell of the Sea and the dull clack
of the Bowls, one against the other, in parallel tracks along the municipal
greens. |