A trip to West Kirby
Friday morning was sunny and Partner-who-loves-tea and I played hooky. (For the origin of playing hooky see my word blog on Monday which basically tells one that no one knows its origins for certain.)
We did our duty and got the Tesco shopping in but then we left the washing in the machine, the phone off the hook (metaphorically) and the computers switched off and headed out to West Kirkby for a breakfast.
On the way we stopped at Fleck Lane to photograph this Grade II listed building.
It is a mid-19th century well house from before the opening of the local water works in 1877. English Heritage describes it as a former well house of snecked stone rectangular structure with a hipped stone roof. (Snecked is defined as “Of masonry, with courses broken by smaller stones (snecks)”.) The entrance has 4-centred head with hood mould with blank shields in spandrels; plank door with studs and strap hinges. Small window with small-paned glazing to rear. Roof has small triangular vent to front and rear.
In West Kirby we parked near the Fire Station.
We went in a café that we had visited before and had a cake in.
This time we had a cooked breakfast and Jo had a real Coca-Cola. There are those who think that draft coke or Coca-Cola from a tin is just as good as Coca-Cola from a cold bottle. Rubbish! Add plenty of ice and a twist of lemon and you have a drink that is incomparable.
All these books are wallpaper!
The café was decorated by the owner’s husband. He’s obviously quite artistic. But if we had that much spare wall space it would be covered in real books taken out of the loft.
In my youth West Kirby was a seaside town and the train terminus there shed large numbers of day trippers at the week-ends. Nowadays there are few signs of those days but the occasional bucket and spade shop still exists.
“He’s got the camera out again.”
“Ok, I’ll smile.”