It's 3pm and the bar at The Great Float Sports and Social Club is underscored by the muted soundtrack of cawing seagulls and the amicable chatter of staff as they roll up the shutters ahead of another evening’s work.
It’s a routine that’s been enacted countless times over the years, as the club has become almost as intrinsically woven into the tapestry of Seacombe as the ferries that have been docking here for centuries. But as working men's clubs - for so long a bastion of the British entertainment scene - seem to be edging ever-closer to the precipice of obscurity, places like The Great Float have to find new ways to ensure they’re not simply consigned to the history books.
Marc Griffiths told the ECHO: “In this environment, if you stand still, you start to fade away."
