My Grandparents lived in Southport in discrete retirement after Arthur Noel left Metropolitan-Vicars. I often stayed with them.

My Grandfather took me to a cafe in Lord Street (could it have been Woodhead's?)at eleven in the morning for tea and biscuits. We talked of Soviet Russia. I was a smart ass and Southern clever boots and he was very patient. He would play bowls on the sea front with various dessicated friends and slow youths. I remember the sound and smell of the Sea and the dull clack of the Bowls, one against the other, in parallel tracks along the municipal greens.