Eric

Trotted round an orienteering course in Morecambe this morning  to justify a big lunch at the golf  club Christmas bash.  My presence was  required as the Captain's wife, not as a player you understand.  Our little golf club does not have club house but the pub is always happy to host. I can report I've now had my first turkey dinner and Christmas pudding of the season. 

The blip is of course Eric Morecambe son of the town aka John Eric Bartholomew (1926 - 1984)