Well whisper it, and you’d never know it today here in Northern Britain where it’s once again cold and rainy, but yesterday we walked out into a surprise slither of Summer.
Warm enough so I forgot my fleece and so right through the afternoon and into the evening it didn’t matter. Sarah even had a sleep, on a warm rock in the drowsy sunshine. It felt like we were on our holidays. And we walked the common land.
Thurstaston Common is by some distance the largest piece of common land remaining around these parts. And even though two sections of it were shamefully enclosed during the 19th century and remain so today, it’s still the closest we get to wilderness in our place, and so we treasure it.
And yesterday we decided to spend the whole of our time on the common land, not just cross it on the way to elsewhere as we have before. But to celebrate it and be with it, because it belongs to us all.