...yet again!
Andrew and I arrived in Morecambe at 5.45 this morning, to a stiff, rain,bearing northerly wind. There was, surprise, surprise, nothing open, so we headed off toward Lancaster.
It would have been five to six when we came upon a McDonalds. The manager was inside. We knocked on the door, he smiled, came to the door and invited us in.
Now, as commercial prospects go, we were little better than the homeless men that crowd in to the Victoria Street branch. Our priorities were warmth, toilets, breakfast in that order. We were wet through and filthy dirty. We could not have been made more welcome. Our gloves and hats were put in bags and placed in the warming cabinet. They brought our food over to us, and didn't seem to mind my half-hearted attempts to clean up the drips and the grit that fell of my clothes. The toilets were spacious and equipped with a first rate hand dryer. And they had porridge. Proper porridge, not the oatsosimple nonsense.
The coffee was decent, the tea ok, and the breakfast was......inexpensive. The new MaccyDs decor is easy on the eye.
We stayed over two hours, ordering from time to time. When we left, our gloves were handed to us with best wishes. Smiles all round. Thankyou, MaccyDs!