
A week in Southport would once have seemed the dullest of destinations.
But having now lived in a variety of elsewheres for about seven and a half years, I think I’ve spent long enough away to appreciate what can be a surprisingly pleasant town.
Perhaps absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I’ve no doubt that I’d be bored silly if I were to spend years, or even months actually living there again, but yet a week was not quite enough.
I hadn’t been back to England for almost two years, and quite aside from family and friends there was so much more that I’d missed without even realising it.
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