2012-03-27 53 -3
The maps app on Angel's phone was being kind of screwy; the map tiles weren't lining up properly at the edge of each tile. It looked like the hash was on the beach at Fleetwood, but I couldn't be sure if the tide made it accessible or not. So I'd get the train to Poulton-le-Fylde, walk up to Fleetwood, have a drink with a friend, and then head back down the shore to Blackpool, seeing how close I could get to the hash on the way.
As it turns out, the coordinates weren't on the beach, but a good deal further out to sea. I think it was roughly in the direction shown in the photo.
| Angel earned the My kingdom for a boat consolation prize
- Blinded by science?