Ronnie takes us on a very wet walk this week.
Today, most people in Liverpool were very excited about the start of the Sea Odyssey, three days of two giant puppets walking the streets. Somehow we just weren’t, and so set off in the opposite direction from the crowds to go on one of our walks.
The weather earlier in the morning had been good for everyone going to see the giant puppets. But as we got closer to our walk destination, Hale, just off the southern end of Liverpool, the sky grew very dark. And simply opened up.
At this point on this walk we usually go down on to the salt marsh for a bit. But that’s out of the question today. We’d sink into the mud.
At which point I ask Sarah why such a lovely plant ended up with such a brutal name. She doesn’t know, but we find out later.
After which Sarah gets out her iPhone and we find out about two different Latin roots of the word ‘rape’. First one is from the Latin for ‘turnip’ and is used for rapeseed as it’s in the same cabbage family. And the other is from the Latin ‘to seize’. So now we know.
After lunch we decide a bit more walking needs to be done, especially since the rain has now stopped. So we drive along from the centre of Hale village for a mile or so, too boring to walk, and park the car on Baileys Lane, where Hale borders on to Speke, right on the edge of Liverpool.
And as with last weeks Friday walk, we end with a short but evocative film by Sarah. So you can get a feel for how the day sounded as well as looked. In between the planes landing, that is.