A Dead Good Blog

The decision was made. We didn’t see it as giving in, relenting to pressure. It was more like the time was right. Lots had been going on in ...

It is here, at last, the moment we’ve been waiting for. Proper sultry, summer weather of hot sun and blue skies from dawn until dusk, which ...

I was thinking about mermaids, trying to decide how to approach this blog when I realised that the answers I was looking for might just be r...

Anybody who knows me, knows how much I love the sea. Not sailing on it. That’s a totally different story. And not swimming in it unless it’s...

  When my parent's wish for a pub on Blackpool promenade was granted, I had the joy of having a front bedroom facing the sea. I was fasc...

                                                    Isle of Vatersay, Outer Hebrides I was so fortunate, as a child, to have a wonderf...

  My recent travels have taken me to Cheshire, Yorkshire and Scotland over the last five or six weeks. Most of it has been during som...

  Somewhere, hidden in the maze of back alleys and side streets of South Shore, there once stood the rock factory. It was only a two min...

Living over a Blackpool Promenade pub in the mid-sixties was wonderful and the ever-changing views from the front windows never lost the...

There’s something I’ve always found relaxing about a stroll on a beach and the sound of the sea. Most of the places I visit are coastal ...

We enjoyed fabulous family holidays in Pembrokeshire when the children were small. I’ve mentioned before that we were fortunate to have ...

I was nine years old when my family moved to Blackpool. Dad took a pub on South Promenade and my playground was the stretch of beach from th...