On Friday James and I visited Grandma in hospital in the morning rather than the afternoon, because we were going to be travelling south in the afternoon. Finding her reassuringly alert and chatty, we spoke to the nurse about the next stage of her treatment which will involve physiotherapy. After a quick lunch at home we bade our farewells to the cats, both of whom sleepily ignored us, and set off to Southport. “Why Southport?” I hear you cry. Well, a few years ago James and Ally went to Southport Air Show, which is held over the sea, a bit like the one at Ayr. They had enjoyed it mightily, and James expressed a desire to return.
We had managed to get booked into a hotel right at the front at Southport, which is right beside the gate to the promenade, and unusually there was an evening display on Friday before the main show today. This was rather chilly but actually pretty amazing, because you could see the afterburners of the Typhoon really clearly in the twilight, and there was a helicopter which shot out fireworks as it flew around. And the display ended with a splendid and gratifyingly lengthy firework display over the darkening sea.
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