I thought I’d leave all decisions to Matthew today because I couldn’t decide where to go that we haven’t already been before. We got in the car and I just asked him to choose left or right when we got to junctions and we’d see where we ended up. That didn’t really work out as I’d hoped because we found ourselves about ten miles out of town and the fuel warning light came on. Oh dear. I had to take over the decision making then, so we stopped at the most convenient spot I could find, which happened to be somewhere that Matthew knows better than I do.
As you can see, we ended up at Morecambe and on the prom again. The boys’ dad lived here for a while a few years ago, and they stayed here sometimes. It’s a fairly desolate and remote looking stretch of the coast, but it has that kind of beauty about it that wilder places have. I say wilder because this area really feels those coastal breezes!
Looking out to sea, there are fewer twinkly lights down this end and you’re more aware that this is actually a wider sea and not just a sheltered bay. You can see the offshore wind farm a lot more clearly here too — with your eyes you can, but the iPhone couldn’t manage it.
There are morbid plaques embedded in the paving all along the prom, telling you about the piers that burned down and other nice things. Strangely, I was only ten when this particular pier was destroyed by fire, but I have absolutely no memory of it being an event, and I don’t remember the pier at all.
This swanky place was where the boys got to stay with their dad, up there in one of the penthouse-type flats (apartments, if you like, non-UK readers). Awesome views across the bay, and especially amazing during storms, so I’m told.
They played out here a lot in those days, of course, and I’d always drop them off with their scooters so they could perfect their tricks. James just told me to tell you that he remembers a really windy day when they didn’t have to do anything on their scooters because the wind pushed them along, ‘must’ve been at least 20 miles an hour, mum, at least.’
Here was the way they went down to the beach. Or they’d climb over the gigantic rocks. Matthew said that there was one huge rock on the beach that they all thought was a whale when they first saw it.
Apparently, they puzzled over this hole in one of the rocks for many weeks and never managed to work out what it was.
Here you go. Wouldn’t really be one of my blog posts without a sunset picture, would it? At least there are no scary woods in sight, so you know we behaved ourselves and stayed safe this evening. (Another thing I’ve learned today, taught to me by James, is that the circley light bits you get on photos of sunsets and such things are called ‘lens flare’.)
We found a place to sit that I forgot to photograph. You know those places you see where people play chess outside? Well, we sat on something that looked like that — a stone table with stone stools facing each other. We had our flasks of tea today, so we sat and chatted for a while and Matthew had brought a sketch book with him and did some drawing. All very pleasant and peaceful.
We spotted a nice place for a future walk. Those little white houses are at Heysham village, which is a lovely little spot. I won’t say anything more about it, but there’s some very cool stuff there that we can show you another time.
And that was really that. We didn’t hang about on the way back because, well, to be perfectly frank, I needed the loo! As usual, we’d walked a lot further than we realised and it seemed to take forever to find the car.
I did stop long enough for one more sunset photo, though. This has no filter. Oooooooh ...
Naaaaaaants ingonyama bagithi Baba ... It’s the ciiiiiiiiiircle of laaaaaaiiiiiiifffffe!
Alright, no filter, but not a totally honest photo. The camera can indeed lie, if you ask it to focus on different areas. It really looked like this:
We made it home without me peeing myself, so that was a major victory. Since I mentioned our hair dyeing in yesterday’s post, I thought I’d just show you mine. This is my peroxide and pine green, which my friend Jude said sounds like an antiseptic.
Back to work tomorrow, but we’ll try not to do lots of dark walks this week.
Until then, cherubims.
WQ
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