On the way back home we dropped in on Crosby where we were just lucky enough to get enough light for a few pictures. It could have easily gone wrong as there didn't seem to be any signs for the beach at Crosby or even any sign that you were in Crosby. So by a little luck and design we headed for the sun with the vague idea that we were going in the right direction. Of course this assumed that Crosby has a beach facing West.
Getting trapped the wrong side of the train tracks we did make it there to see Antony Gormley's statues staring out to sea. They do appear a little strange and I'm not sure I like the idea, don't get me wrong I don't hate them, part of me does really like them but there's another side that just feels like they are one heck of a health and safety nightmare, not that I should be concerned with such things.
Still In Southport coming back to the car this is a view of the bridge we got into Southport of. The tram goes from the end of the Pier to land and then over this man-made lake via the bridge to Funland (the white building on the right). It's strange to think that the lake is a man-made because it's massive, so not only do they crate a massive lake but then create two pretty impressive bridges that wouldn't have been there if someone hadn't have placed a great lake there.
Today's outing was to Southport. Like so many seaside towns they do seem a little sad in the winter and with the car park we stopped at being right next to the closed Pleasureland that didn't help the gloomy feel you get from some seaside towns. Of course when you trip around the rest of Southport it doesn't seem to have done it harm (Pleasureland's closure I mean) but then again it seems slightly more wealthy than Fleetwood or Morecambe for that matter which probably helps.
This picture is from the end of the Pier where a rather useless tram runs from to the start of the town and back. The building on the left is the cafť on the end of the pier. But it all seems an ultra-modern affair for a pier when you compare this to Llandudno or Blackpool.
Today's outing was to Delamare Forrest a 4000 acre wood just near Tarporley. All very nice I suppose but for me there wasn't much there but trees. One of those places I get the feeling people sit in a car for an hour to get to to make them feel that they are counteracting the heart stopping fat consumed by yesterday's Christmas meal. I suppose what didn't help was the fact that today was really overcast a nice sunny day may have altered my opinion. Also I suspect that the Forrest on the other side of the road may have been more interesting as it had a lake.
On the way to we saw a rather interesting pub called the Vale Royal Abbey. Retracing our steps on the way back we popped in. It was only then when I found it was a Hungry Horse pub at which my heart sank. For once I thought that I may have a chance to go to a different pub other than the usual corporate child-friendly affair (don't get me wrong I don't intend to go to child hating pubs but the corporate happy eater jungle bungle sites leave me a little cold) but we had stumbled upon just that where food is deep-fried on order from pre-sealed pouches. It was food, it was a pub and that's about it.
Tucked away down a back street I know little about this other than I know itís there and you get from St Anneís Square to this via a couple of interesting alleys one of which I could have swore was roofed with umbrellas at one point.
Also known as the Hidden Gem I have yet to go inside. Even today (Sunday) I was thwarted in my effort as it is closed in the afternoon. I shall get there at some point I shall. Due to the narrow road that itís situated on, getting a good picture is impossible, though I did curse myself for not brining my Lomo Fisheye, so this si the best I could get.
This is a pic of the On Ice at Piccadilly thing that will be going on all over Xmas in Manchester Piccadilly (Gardens). Personally it looks too busy to me so I shan't be participating but I like the idea even with the orange skates.
The day after the Christmas party we all went to The Little Mill a nice pub in the middle of nowhere which seemed quit nice. Not the restaurant that I was expecting but a pretty huge plate of food. The Cumberland Sausage didn't appear in a ring you might expect but turned up as 5 whopping sausages. The only complaint I had was that there was too much and gravy would have helped.
Anyway back to the point this is parked out back. An old London bus style affair with a train carriage with I don't have a pix of. I must admit I did think of buying one when they were selling them off but the practicalities of 10mpg stopped me. Oh well.
Whilst at my yearly (own personal) Christmas Do at little Chef I found this poster in a frame. First can I just explain this is the second time I have been here in a row for an Xmas Do so it's not like I do this to let my hair down (I was joking). Either way, I was instructed to leave my Wife in bed and "Go away and get breakfast and leave me alone" not the official words but they shall do. Anyway I saw this poster that nearly made my eyes pop out and it caused me to re-evaluate my thoughts on sausage. Outdoor reared sausage? I never knew. OK I was never hoodwinked into the Haggis hunting fiasco they are not living animals I know that we all know that Haggis are plant based but sausages... Outdoor reared? I never knew, gambling about with their little sausage legs in the field without being trapped in a cage like a battery sausage. Hell has no fury like mine whilst I think about little sausages that don't see the light of day. FREE THE SAUSAGE.