There’s no place like home.
No, I haven’t been obsessively watching The Wizard of Oz over Christmas; I’ve just reaffirmed my love of Morecambe Bay after having been on a short break in Scotland.
Don’t get me wrong.
I was born in Scotland and I love the country, but for the last 20 years I’ve lived in the Morecambe and Lancaster area.
It’s where I’ve chosen to stay as it has so much to offer and I adore it.
My favourite part of the area is the bay itself.
After the excesses of Christmas, it was sheer joy to get out on Sunday and have a walk along the promenade with my husband Mark.
It was one of the most perfect winter days we’d ever experienced. The cobalt blue sea was as calm as a mill pond.
There wasn’t a breath of wind and the sun was surprisingly warm. Countless others had obviously had the same idea as us – the prom was packed with walkers, cyclists and people zipping about on the ubiquitous mobility scooters.
We headed for the Stone Jetty and were mesmerised by the views of the Lakeland hills and snow-covered Ingleborough in the far distance.
It looked as if everyone had either received a new camera or a new phone for Christmas.
People were lined up along the railings at the end of the jetty taking pictures of a lone trawler working the waters of the bay.
It was a timeless sight. The bright yellow boat chugged lazily across bay and was reflected in the mirror-like surface.
It’s always worth a walk along the Stone Jetty as you never know what you’ll come across.
It could be a dramatic view, it could be a seal bobbing in the water, it could be a violent storm, or it could even an osprey circling overhead. We’ve seen them all.
Like many people I’m planning to try to get fitter in 2015.
Part of my exercise regime will be lots of walks along the promenade.
If you’re doing the same, I might just see you there.