Hello! I’m Hesketh. Hesketh the rabbit. I used to live where you’re standing now.
Can you see me? I’m down here, by the feet of the man carrying a lighthouse.
That’s Peter Hesketh. Sir Peter Hesketh – named after me, of course. We made this town together, the two of us. He brought the genius, I let him build on my rabbit warren.
And that’s not just any lighthouse he’s carrying. It’s designed by the great architect of Fleetwood, Decimus Burton. And there are more. Not one, not two, but three lighthouses in Fleetwood – the only port in England to have so many.
There’s the lower lighthouse, down on the esplanade, and the upper lighthouse, called the Pharos Lighthouse, is on Pharos Street. That’s a hop or two away from the sea, but at ninety feet tall, its light can be seen for miles.
And our third lighthouse is the Great Wyre Light, two miles out on the sandbank. A brilliant man called Mitchell worked out how to fix the foundations into the shifting sands.
So that’s how to find Fleetwood. Line up the three lights and sail safely down the Wyre estuary into harbour.
Not that you’ll catch me going anywhere near that cold, wet, salty stuff. A warm sandy burrow for me every time. See you again. Bye!
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