Yesterday it was bright and sunny when I woke up.
Himself had things to do, people to see...sausages to prick...clinkers to rake.
Me?? I had taken some hayfever meds.....the ones that work but make you sleep the sleep of the dead.
So it was going up for 9am when I stirred my stumps.
Himself went out soon after I got up. he asked if he should take his keys......I told him 'Yes'....but I wasn't sure if I was going to venture out.
I wanted to....but thought of the consequneces of breathing in the air that is currently full of stuff that makes me sneeze, cough and makes my eyes run, was a bit daunting.
It took me a while to decide. I felt that it was a sin to be wasting such a lovely sunny day......so it was very late morning(there was only just over half an hour of the morning left on the clock) when I ventured out.
I got the bus to Preston with the intention of getting off at the stop nearest to Hoghton Tower.
I have been promising myself a visit to this old pile for quite some time now...but so far I haven't made it.
When we got to Riley Green the fields were full of cut hay.....some was being baled and even more was being cut.
Even though there was only one window open my eyes felt like they had pepper in them, burning and stinging...then running like a tap.
So I didn't get off and go to visit the house and the gardens( gardens = pollen = misery, sneezing and snotting).
I noted where the bus stop and and it is quite a hoof away from the drive...and the drive is a good hoof away from the house.
When I arrived at Preston bus station, there was a bus in for Lytham...and one for Southport. It was a toss up.....it came down heads....heads was for Southport......so that was the bus I caught.
I should have been in Southport for 1pm, but there had been an accident close to Tarleton and it was jams and single file traffic for quite a way.
It was going up for 1.30 by the time I was getting off the bus.
No matter. I was not in any rush to get back.
I could do my own thing.
I had my camera with me and wasn't going to be doing the shops.
Southport was busy. The sun brings people out in droves. Families were heading for the beach, alas no sea to be seen this week. Just a vast expanse of damp sand and wet mud in places.
This didn't seem to daunt the sunbathers. those having a picnic on the beach and the children queueing up for the donkey rides.
I remembered that Dianne(mobertol) had said she would love to see pics of the Arcade in Southport so after my jaunt along a very breezy pier I made for the Arcade.
Lord St was basking in the solstice sunshine.
People were at out enjoying alfresco lunches and the coffee shops seemed to be doing a roaring trade(the alehouses too).
There were tinlids in the Town Hall gardens running in and out of the fountains having a whale of a time. How is it children like water except when it is a bath or to clean their teeth?
I pottered and ambled taking snaps on my way and then decided that I should make my way home. This was another day when I had spent my time snapping and observing, but not having anything to eat......I did have a bottle of 7UP, but that was the extent of my refreshment. So by the time I arrived home (after 6pm) I was ravenous....all that fresh air really does give you an appetite.
1) Two kites...like two heads, are better than one(unless they are attached to your neck,that is)
2)All washed up - this chair looked forlorn, left stranded by the outgoing tide.
3) Mother and baby...waiting for the donkeys.
4) the guy with the urge to Fly...but only a kite!
5) I'd rather be sunabthing and eating ice cream, but they make me do this for a living.
6) donkey rides.
7) Children like water when it is linked to boats rather than baths.
8) when my ship comes in, I am going to spend the money HERE!
9) The town hall clock reminding me to get to the bus stop.
10) Lord Street taken from the top deck of the bus home.
I hope you enjoyed your day out with me.
Himself had things to do, people to see...sausages to prick...clinkers to rake.
Me?? I had taken some hayfever meds.....the ones that work but make you sleep the sleep of the dead.
So it was going up for 9am when I stirred my stumps.
Himself went out soon after I got up. he asked if he should take his keys......I told him 'Yes'....but I wasn't sure if I was going to venture out.
I wanted to....but thought of the consequneces of breathing in the air that is currently full of stuff that makes me sneeze, cough and makes my eyes run, was a bit daunting.
It took me a while to decide. I felt that it was a sin to be wasting such a lovely sunny day......so it was very late morning(there was only just over half an hour of the morning left on the clock) when I ventured out.
I got the bus to Preston with the intention of getting off at the stop nearest to Hoghton Tower.
I have been promising myself a visit to this old pile for quite some time now...but so far I haven't made it.
When we got to Riley Green the fields were full of cut hay.....some was being baled and even more was being cut.
Even though there was only one window open my eyes felt like they had pepper in them, burning and stinging...then running like a tap.
So I didn't get off and go to visit the house and the gardens( gardens = pollen = misery, sneezing and snotting).
I noted where the bus stop and and it is quite a hoof away from the drive...and the drive is a good hoof away from the house.
When I arrived at Preston bus station, there was a bus in for Lytham...and one for Southport. It was a toss up.....it came down heads....heads was for Southport......so that was the bus I caught.
I should have been in Southport for 1pm, but there had been an accident close to Tarleton and it was jams and single file traffic for quite a way.
It was going up for 1.30 by the time I was getting off the bus.
No matter. I was not in any rush to get back.
I could do my own thing.
I had my camera with me and wasn't going to be doing the shops.
Southport was busy. The sun brings people out in droves. Families were heading for the beach, alas no sea to be seen this week. Just a vast expanse of damp sand and wet mud in places.
This didn't seem to daunt the sunbathers. those having a picnic on the beach and the children queueing up for the donkey rides.
I remembered that Dianne(mobertol) had said she would love to see pics of the Arcade in Southport so after my jaunt along a very breezy pier I made for the Arcade.
Lord St was basking in the solstice sunshine.
People were at out enjoying alfresco lunches and the coffee shops seemed to be doing a roaring trade(the alehouses too).
There were tinlids in the Town Hall gardens running in and out of the fountains having a whale of a time. How is it children like water except when it is a bath or to clean their teeth?
I pottered and ambled taking snaps on my way and then decided that I should make my way home. This was another day when I had spent my time snapping and observing, but not having anything to eat......I did have a bottle of 7UP, but that was the extent of my refreshment. So by the time I arrived home (after 6pm) I was ravenous....all that fresh air really does give you an appetite.
1) Two kites...like two heads, are better than one(unless they are attached to your neck,that is)
2)All washed up - this chair looked forlorn, left stranded by the outgoing tide.
3) Mother and baby...waiting for the donkeys.
4) the guy with the urge to Fly...but only a kite!
5) I'd rather be sunabthing and eating ice cream, but they make me do this for a living.
6) donkey rides.
7) Children like water when it is linked to boats rather than baths.
8) when my ship comes in, I am going to spend the money HERE!
9) The town hall clock reminding me to get to the bus stop.
10) Lord Street taken from the top deck of the bus home.
I hope you enjoyed your day out with me.
