Parkgate on the edge of the River Dee is a regular haunt of ours and I have blogged about its ice cream and chips on a previous occasion.
If you enlarge this picture it will tell you about Parkgate.
When I was little it was possible to buy twists of paper with cooked shrimps in them from the windows of a couple of the local buildings but the shrimp fishing has long gone. It’s amazing to think that in Mum and Dad’s lifetime Parkgate went from having a fishing fleet that sailed down the River Dee to being the silted up marsh we see today.
Can you imagine the sea breaking over the rooftops of these houses? That’s what it was like a century ago on stormy nights. You can read all about it here at NestonPast.com.
In a century Parkgate went from having a fishing fleet to just gullies and channels in a marsh.
The mountain in the background across the marshes, the Dee and the intervening hills is Moel Famau about which GB blogged the other day.
The two women chatting are Partner-who-loves-tea and one of her students. Wherever we go P-w-l-t bumps into a student or former student – usually with ensuing hugs and squeals (from the students – P-w-l-t doesn’t do squeals!).
A quiet corner of Parkgate – of which there are not many on a summer afternoon.