Wayland Stanley here, in deepest darkest Morecambe for a Splendid Day Out.
As you can see I’m well prepared for all eventualities as I explore the markets and wares of the travelling artisans and native traders.
Normally much more at home in the wild and remote parts of the world but since the Martian War, even parts of Lancashire can be a jungle these days.
Behind me you can see some poor chap has become marooned upon the deadly quicksands surrounding the settlement and his boat is about to be attacked by a monstrous cormorant like creature intent upon stealing his catch.
If it hadn’t been time for afternoon tea I might have been able to save him but one has to keep up standards and all that.