I suddenly realised that this strange dialect that I found so difficult to understand was not French but in fact English with a Lancashire accent!"Bye eckers lad....Ere's t'chance fert learn a bit o' Lanky" thought.
With that in mind I decided to have a nice stroll along the beach towards Blackpool's north pier.
Gale force winds, rabid donkeys and Chinese cockle pickers couldn't stop me admiring the engineering masterpiece although I did think it could do with a lick of paint.
"ah'm reet jiggered" I panted as I finally reached the entrance to the pier.... but then I spotted a souvenir shop and my eyes grew wide with excitement at what I saw.
Perfect!
Whiskey flavoured Blackpool rock!!!
With lightening speed, I seized two pieces of this local delicacy and excitedly approached the young female cashier.
I explained that she was very lucky being visited by a Scottish Laird and I also explained that we noble wabbits don't carry cash and that whiskey flavoured rock should be considered 'gratis'.
The young lady acknowledged with a curtsy so I made a grab for two fridge magnets and swiftly exited.
With the spoils of the day I decided to return to Knotty End and retire for an early evening.
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Little did I know that Steve had something special planned for the next day.........
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