She was sitting in British Heart Foundation’s shop window in St Annes, modelling a wig. I didn’t want the wig. She wasn’t for sale. After a bit of friendly banter, the kindly shop assistant let me have her. For £1.50. A bargain!
I tucked her under my arm and hurried home, with an earworm.
He’s a germ free adolescent
Cleanliness is her obsession
Cleans her teeth ten times a day
Scrub away, scrub away, scrub away
The SR way …
That’s when she became Polly Styrene
with apologies to the late Poly Styrene of X-Ray Spex
(Germ Free Adolescence
is listed as one of those albums
you must hear before you die)
Polly Styrene has a future … … …
across the Ribble Estuary from Lytham
Sometimes you can’t see Southport
You could today
The light created interesting hues, shapes, and atmosphere,
offering snapshot opportunities
Rain’s forecast for tomorrow
will disappear into the murk
Tractor waiting for cockler’s return
While the rest of the country is covered in snow, the flat Fylde coast escapes.
It’s a weird sensation walking on frozen, slippery sand. Jack Frost has sprinkled glitter in the dips and furrows left behind by the sea. Salty puddles are iced over. It must have been a cold night.
Sunlight creates shadowy patterns, and I think of hot waffles with maple syrup and salted caramel ice cream.
The mountains of North Wales and the Lake District are snow-capped. There’s an icing-sugar dusting of snow over the Bowland Fells and across the Ribble towards Winter Hill. Breathtakingly beautiful.
Snow-capped Welsh Mountains
And what have we got? Just a glorious, sunny day and spectacular views.
St Annes Beach Huts