Just a little local walk today. I had planned to continue the main journey but work and some slight under-the-weatherness have intervened. So I continued my journey between the stations between Ormskirk and Liverpool, starting about a mile from home at Aughton Park, where what looks like small copses on the map seems to be larger-than-usual wooded embankments.
I stopped for a pint in the Dog and Gun, expecting what I have found there before a quiet, rather 1950s pubbiness. Instead, there was what seemed to be an extended family celebration of some kind, with kids in tutus, teenagers and uncle-type men in suits. Baby food was warmed up behind the bar. It was like being a ghost at a family party in a house – just not a public house.
I walked a couple of miles in chilly air that sears my lungs at the moment (must go to quack.) Typical brassica-filled West Lancs views opened out on to brightening skies over Merseyside.
I reached the boundary of Town Green which, like the Village in The Prisoner, is guarded by an unexpected spherical thing.
That ball thing from “The Prisoner” seems to have shrunk somewhat !! – Hope you are feeling better soon Roy
Balls shrinking in the cold – and my lungs too – asthma maybe? I’ll take the whole lot in to the quack anyway, he always finds the symptoms I bring hilarious so I may as well amuse him some more
I can smell those cabbages.
It has a lot of authority for such a small being…it may be the fact that it’s yellow.