Me and Growler jnr went down to where Nick used to live, overlooking the Dee estuary.
Sat down right opposite his house and ate the famously gorgeous fish 'n' chips.
If you can blot out the sound of the disgustingly loud racous false laughter from fat overly self important business men standing outside the pub, hysterical giggly girlie wirlys clip clopping along the pavement in their 12" lift heels, and chav lad and his mates test driving his farty fiesta up and down the prom all night long, then it is actually one of the most beautiful places to sit and relax whilst admoiring the stunning scenery.
Nick should verify all of the above, and will surely miss most of it now.
Bloody midges and mozzies seem to be a major problem again though.
Got ravaged all of a sudden last night, and made a hasty retreat for cover
