As you read this I shall be at Hollingworth Lake in the Northern village of Littleborough tucking into Mr Thomas' Fish, chips, peas and gravy in a tray with a little plastic fork.
(if you are ever lost and find yourself near this place, pop in and treat yourself to best fish n chips in the north west... honestly... they are awesome)
I have not been back the the lake for years and, whilst visiting Old Granny Hogart, I shall be treating the wife and Granny H to a slap up chippy tea.
I'm just THAT kind of hero.
If you spot me knocking about, why not give me a friendly nod (from a distance, I don't want to catch your dirty germs) and I may wave back like a giddy child.
Until then...
Paranormal service shall resume next week.