This entry was going to be called ‘Sandwiches and Groynes’, but it has become much more rambling and patchworky, and about half of the photos have nothing to do with our walk. Also, it’s the first one I’ve written the day after the walk itself. We started a Marvel movie marathon last night and I was too distracted by Iron Man to blog.
So, yesterday afternoon, I was gazing out of the window — and you’ve seen my front window, so you know why that’s an odd thing for me to do — trying to decide where to go for a walk and I noticed that the brambles from the inside are rather lovely. Not many people get to see brambles from the inside, on account of all the thorns, so we’re very lucky.
Anyway, I wanted see if Matthew could manage the five-mile walk to the prom. Little dude was up for giving it a go, so we decided to try. This is where the sandwiches come into it — longer walks need provisions, so we made butties. I strongly recommend you get yourself some brioche baguettes, decent ham and Nando’s hot sauce and put a few of these together, then stuff your face. Damn! These are good! I reckon some rocket leaves would make them even better, but we didn’t have any.
Off we went, up the long road to Morecambe. The first thing I noticed yesterday was that the road was not at all quiet. If I’d tried to walk in the middle of it, I’d have been run over. It was like this for the whole two miles until we got to the prom. It was so busy, I had to check the news to see if the lockdown restrictions had been lifted — obviously, they hadn’t.
The next thing we noticed was that the birds were very shouty. We saw dozens of sparrows in the hedges, but I couldn’t get anywhere near them for photos.
Have this, though: https://www.british-birdsongs.uk/house-sparrow/
Except that this might be the one: https://www.british-birdsongs.uk/tree-sparrow/
Further on, we saw lots of goldfinches. You can’t really tell, but this is one, I promise:
And you already know that they sound like this: https://www.british-birdsongs.uk/goldfinch/
Bird watching and car counting took us very easily to the prom. When you’ve got Matthew chattering away about Pokemon, telling you every detail about his favourites and their stages of evolution, two miles flash by without you noticing.
We got to the prom and found a bench at 8pm, just in time to join in the clapping for the NHS. It was clamorous this evening — people came out onto their balconies, and walkers stopped or clapped while they walked. We could hear pots and pans being drummed somewhere further down the prom. Very good.
If you’ve got hand sanitiser, can you eat while you’re outside? We came straight from home, didn’t touch anything until I opened my bag to retrieve the butties, and then did the hand sanitiser before eating. I think this is okay.
Anyway, as we sat, eating our snacks and drinking our tea — the flask of Earl Grey is back, yeeahh! — I pointed out to Matthew that these rocky fingers stretching out into the bay are called groynes. Obviously, that was hilarious, and it led to a discussion about the word ‘groins’ and whether it’s as bad as the word ‘moist’. We decided that groins is a great word that is fun to say. I have no idea why there are two different spellings.
After that, we strolled around a little bit because there’s something about the prom on a warm and clear night that makes you want to stay there. As I’ve shown you the prom a few times now, here it is from a very artistic and chromey angle:
On the way home, we forgot we were taking exercise and strolled very slowly. It was very nice indeed. Matthew told me about a few more Pokemon, and I mostly said ‘mm-hmm’, ‘oh, really?’ and ‘that’s very interesting’, pausing now and again to stand in the middle of the now-empty road.
Just before home, we waved to a lockdown hero, delivering food to Aldi.
This is really why I didn’t write this entry yesterday — I found an Eiffel Tower and had to build it.
It’s looking like today’s walk will be another nighttime one, so, until then,
WQ
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