As August draws to a sunny close I spend the day on a slow circular walk to the river and home again. If you’ve been reading the blog for a long time now you’ll have been on this walk with me before. But a walk is never the same twice. Things change as well as the seasons, so let’s go.
I know most of the stories too and I nearly started a Beatles business once. I’m really glad I didn’t as their music is once again brightening my life with its fresh beauty.
I love the autumn and never mind the passing of time, futile as that would be.
One of several ancient lanes we have that were happily never turned into roads.
While I’m walking a friend returns a call, so I sit on the grass at the edge of Sefton Park and put the world and particularly the English language to rights for half an hour or so. Unhurried.
Bringing people from the Pier Head to The Beatles Homeland. The business that never was I mentioned earlier.
I believe the City Council either have or are taking this park over. Good job too. Though whether they’ll be able to spend the money the place clearly needs who knows?
Every time I pass here I think of Andy Barrett. His funeral was in there a few years ago. And it’s a very big church, but it was full for Andy. A lovely, gentle, funny man.
Sadly no. I haven’t been here since my friend Carole Fleck stopped running it. But on this busy bank holiday its new owners had run out of food. Well done you, I’ll be back another day.
Past the Mick Foley tree.
Tomorrow will be a busy day in Blackpool with Jobs Friends & Houses. Learning and inspiration for Coming Home.
Today was perfect peace.
Beautiful late-summer imagery. The walk, stunning. And the sense-of-place destination? Brilliant!
Thank you Jan. However long the walk we are are all, eventually, Coming Home!