It was a very misty start this morning and stayed that way all day. It was another early start! 5 o’clock seems to be a trigger point for Poppy’s ablutions! Bev sorted that out but then there was a further trigger point. Bev went back to bed and back to sleep. She said when you go to bed between 8:30 and nine it’s kind of that time to get up anyway! Not for me I was still doing admin at 11:45 pm.
We drove back to Seacombe and I hopped down onto the promenade at Wallasey Town hall and had a great view of the Liverpool skyline. Although it was a bit murky and there was a huge cruise ship docked right in front of the Liver building.
That’s the opposite view of where I walked along the dock road yesterday. I must say this is a much more pleasant experience.
It was an amazing promenade, two pavements, two lanes for traffic, although there was no traffic on it. The fantastic views across the Mersey continued with the skyline of Liverpool, the new football stadium, the old docks and the cranes of the newer docs.
The promenade is lined with benches all of which have plaques of some nature on them. However, there’s such a wide variety of plaques and memorabilia, wreathes, flowers, some were painted and one even had a reserved sign on!
I chatted and walked for a while to Jayne and Lorraine who were old school friends out for a walk.
In New Brighton I saw Priscilla parked up and decided to go and surprise Bev. I banged loudly on the door and when she opened it, she was all of a dither. She thought it was some workmen who had been parked up next to her. To top off the timing she was having a wash at the time.
The beach is here really long Sandy and I can imagine that on a summers day it would be absolutely heaving with families. However, today it’s mid December and it’s mainly people walking their dogs.
The turbines of the wind farm were slowly emerging from the mist it looked quite eerie.
The tide went out and the small boats that were previously buoyant were now stranded in the mud and sand. This is a metaphor for my grief. However, I know that the tide will change and ebb and flow and so will my grief and will bring time to be buoyant again.
I had a quick chat to a group from the Heswell mid week walkers.
Then I met Bev for lunch. Well after she went to meet me by walking in the wrong direction. The sea is always to my right!
Fortunately she had parked Priscilla, at a jaunty angle, right opposite Popsy’s cafe. But there was no room at the inn for poor Poppy.
We chatted to some lovely people sharing stories and hearts and the gave us some donations. I blended in with the decor!
After lunch I did a quick foot repair and was off again. Two lovely men had seen Priscilla and stopped me and gave me donations.
I walked the remainder of the afternoon on the Wirral Way which was an old railway line. There were various types of bridges over the track ranging from metal footbridges to quite solid stone road bridges.
Although it was easy walking the long stretches of straight flat path can be quite boring and monotonous. Today’s music needed to be lively so I chose the Jackson 5.
Finally I came out near a housing estate when I saw a mobility scooter chained to a bench on some grass!
I can tell I’m getting tired when my feet are catching along the floor, which is what I was doing on the pavements. It’s not as noticeable on footpaths in the woods.
Then there was Priscilla parked up by the roadside next to the coast which in this case is marshland. Bev was waving out of the window and flashing the headlights. I was home for today.
A shower and food helped but then my legs started to ache a bit because I’m tired. Two three hour stints without breaks today and yesterday.
Best bits: actually walking on the coast.
Worst bits: the last mile or so when my legs were tired
Distance: 18.2 miles
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