The Boy Done Good

Well, it’s certainly not my birthday. And it’s not quite Christmas, despite Leeds City Centre getting its Santa Claus lights up and ready for the 1^st October.  

But it IS half-term – reason enough for a mystery trip, yeah?

So off we pootled on Sunday afternoon, headed for the Midland Hotel in Morecambe. Now, I love Morecambe. It has good fish and chips, one of the best second-hand bookshops I’ve ever been to and is just the right side of slightly-tatty seaside chic.

And the Midland Hotel is a gem. A white-and-turquiose art deco façade, complete with sea horse sculptures, swirly spiral staircase and view over Morecambe Bay. And to think in the 90s they were going to paint it pink and turn it into Mr Blobby’s Fun Castle. Or summat. Jesus.

Their afternoon tea is second to none. And now I just happen to know that their bedrooms and breakfasts are pretty damn snazzy, too.

My favourite bit?  The wooden panel that disguised the loo. Wicked. And the 1920s sink plug. How can a plug be 1920s, I hear you cry? Stay in the Midland and find out.

All in all, a perfect weekend. The boy done good.

But actually, he did better than good.

 

Good God. Is that a 1940s bicycle? Rescued from Uncle Bern’s loft in Porthmadog? Once rusty and knackered and now utterly refurbished by the Bike Doctor in Leeds, complete with authentic 1940s lights sourced from ebay?

Now THIS is why I love him.