On Saturday mornings, when I’m content with the week’s work done, I like to walk around the neighbourhood more or less pointlessly. Sometimes the walk involves a sit and a read in a café then some food shopping, sometimes LPs. Today it was books. Restocking my shelf of coming soon novels from both the local library and the local Oxfam. While I was in Oxfam I also found this old map of Birkenhead and sat down for a good look at it and the stories it contains.
We still go walking, of course we do. But not every Friday like we used to.
For the whole of a year, last year, I wrote about our walks every week, more or less. A couple had to be called off during the howling gales and rains of last summer. This year would have been different. Here in Northern Britain we’re having our hottest summer for seven years and we certainly wouldn’t have been out walking on a day like today.
In fact several years ago, before writing it all down had been even vaguely thought of, we used to have a ‘walking season’ of approximately late September to April. After that we’d stop walking and go camping as the heat rose and a ‘normal’ summer happened. Climate change changed all that, and so walking, with its attendant thermals and waterproofs happened all year.
Two experiences of two friends suggested yesterday’s meanderings. First, when walking by the River Mersey with Greg the other week, I’d pointed at a bit of the Wirral coastline opposite and said ‘Where’s that?’ ‘Rock Ferry’ was the answer. I’d never been there.
Then our friend, beekeeper Andrew Hubbard, went there for a day out on sunny Bank Holiday Monday and told us about a wonderful pub. So the idea of us going there was in place. But as we set off we’d no thought that Rock Ferry would be included in this particular day. That’s not what we do. We meander. Continue reading