This time we’re going to be walking from Burscough, where we left off last week, all the way to Wigan. Though in fact our journey begins where it will end, at Wigan. (Now we’re walking a good way away from home we’re beyond local Liverpool transport and so are driving to where we’ll finish each day and using their local transport to get to where we’ll walk from.)
Out walking this Sunday late in November it feels as if the light of the day is already waning at just after one o’clock. I decide I’ll take some photographs for a blog post called ‘The Darkling.’ My long used phrase for this time of the year where the days are made up of progressively more darkness than light.
Feeling like I’m already walking through the twilight.
The year fading like the last beech leaves on the trees.
No apologies for this, but I’ve spent another peaceful Sunday ambling around with my camera pointing at the autumn.As the clocks have gone back last night we’ve entered the time of the year where the light hours get more precious. Where those of us who are prone to depression anyway get more depressed if we don’t get out in the light enough.
Though it’s a fairly dark slate grey day anyway here on Penny Lane.
But coloured in brilliantly by the variety of the autumn leaves.
Commenting on the first of this week’s Cornwall blog posts, our friend Cathy Alderson had this to say:
“My family are all living down there and our treat is to walk from St Uny church to St Ives, stopping at the Carbis Bay hotel for coffee en route. It’s got us through some horrendous times and should be on the NHS!”
Well, what else could we do in response to such a recommendation but go on Cathy’s walk while we’re still down here.
This morning the sun has returned to St Ives after a couple of grey days.
And we’re off on the 17A to Lelant, to do the walk back to St Ives in the same direction as Cathy and her family would do it.
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.
Down the far end of Penny Lane.
Beatles tourists being told Beatles stories by the Penny Lane sign.
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. Continue reading →
The day was jointly catered by Pat, Sarah and Jayne whose wonderful and varied picnic inspired us to call ourselves, for one day only and using all the currently tired clichés we could sniggeringly suggest:
“The People’s Pop-up Community Picnic Hub Collective in Meanwhile Space.”
And here we all are: Pat, Catherine, Eliza, Jayne, Ronnie And Sarah.