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.