The Wirral Way

It took me about half an hour to get my computer to start up this morning. It spent an age going through one of those gobbledegook sessions that presumably mean something so someone somewhere! I say ‘about half an hour’ because, as I mentioned yesterday, my clock has packed up and every so often I automatically glance up at the study wall only to end up thinking “Ah, that’s a nice nail!”

I took Shelah’s advice on Saturday and went out for a walk.

I got the bus to Neston and had a stroll around little Stanney Park which, small though it is, has a tinkling waterfall in it. I love the sound of running water and it’s something I really miss here on Wirral.

Then I walked along the Wirral Way as far as Parkgate. The Wirral Way is a former railway line that runs the length of the Wirral and is now a track for walkers, cyclists and horse riders.

It was very hot – certainly the hottest day of the year so far – and even the horses were flat out in the fields.

Near Parkgate I came across a pill box (i.e. an anti-aircraft gun emplacement), a left-over from the Second World War. There used to be a lot of them along this coast and unless the land was subsequently used for building they have been left in place because they are so sturdily built it’s more trouble than it’s worth to knock them down.

On the roadside in Parkgate is a little railway trolley. Unfortunately I didn’t notice the commemorative plaque until I was sorting the photos so I’m not sure what it said.

At Parkgate I slurped my way through a Coconut Ice Cream before getting the bus home.