by Ray Gosling 3: Morecambe
' Seaside towns are always fearing the future-that the next trainload of trippers will be blind drunk, fighting fit and impecunious, or that sweet old lady will wet the bed, or that charabanc of Rotarian wives will turn out to be teetotal weightwatchers, interested in ornithology. Make hay while the sun shines, the weather can change - as Morecambe knows better than most.'
