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Spot the Tourist

Poster announcing improvements to Morecambe promA post about being put in my place on holiday

Whenever I am on holiday, I love people-watching, observing others and eavesdropping on their conversations. Ok, I confess, I do this all year round wherever I am, and it’s a key source of ideas and inspiration for my stories. But it’s not just a storyteller’s habit – my daughter (13) does it too, and we often exchange knowing smiles when we’ve both tuned in to a particular gem.

Popping into the RNLI Lifeboat shop on the Morecambe seafront, we enjoyed hearing an upbeat conversation between the two elderly volunteers agreeing that you are never too old to look forward to the future, citing a friend of theirs who I think must have been in her nineties. I was also enjoying their lovely Lancashire accent, channelling George Formby without the ukelele.

Then, when I took a tin of travel sweets to the till and asked to pay, they went into raptures about my own pronunciation, which is essentially Thames Estuary softened by long absence.

Photo of our tin of RNLI travel sweets, purchased from the Morecambe lifeboat station shop

“Eeh, say that again, would you? Just listen to that accent!” said the first lady, beckoning to her companion.

“Eeh, doesn’t she sound like our friend?” said the second lady. “Go on, say something, love. Just say anything. We love hearing your accent.”

And there was me thinking they were the ones with the accent. Wrong-footed, I was taken back to my childhood, when for a year our whole family lived in the USA, first near Philadelphia and then near Los Angeles. In both places we were constantly being asked to speak, in much the same way as you might cajole a clever pet dog to shake paws. In the next breath they’d ask us whether we knew the Beatles (there, that dates me) or whether we’d met the Queen, then try not to show surprise or disappointment when we said no.

The RNLI ladies’ expectations were not so far-fetched. They asked only whether I came from the same place as their friend – Welwyn. Again I had to disappoint them. (Though later I wondered whether she’d actually said Welling but dropped the final g – in which case my answer would have been a more pleasing “very nearly” as it neighbours my native Sidcup.)

We then fell into a cheery conversation about holidays, and we eventually left the shop with our spirits lifted far beyond the value of the money we’d spent there.

Now whenever I take a sweet from the tin on the dashboard of our camper van, I can’t help but smile at the memory of that encounter – an additional positive association for these distinctive tins of travel sweets, which I’d previously always connected with my grandfather. But that’s another story…


English author of warm, witty cosy mystery novels including the popular Sophie Sayers Village Mysteries and the Gemma Lamb/St Bride's School series. Novels published by Boldwood Books, all other books by Hawkesbury Press. Represented by Ethan Ellenberg Literary Agents. Founder and director of the Hawkesbury Upton Literature Festival. Course tutor for Jericho Writers. UK Ambassador for the Alliance of Independent Authors. Lives and writes in her Victorian cottage in the heart of the beautiful Cotswold countryside.

3 thoughts on “Spot the Tourist

  1. Priceless treasure here – and hoping for a story! (I wonder if Gordon’s Scots accent would have interested them as much as your Thames Estuary style?!)

    1. I think so, Sue! My holiday notebook is fast filling up with story ideas! Also doing a lot of holiday reading too – have just reviewed your lovely poetry collection “Tasting Words, Hearing Colours” on Amazon UK and will add it to my book blog next week! 🙂

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