Winter fields all drained of colour.
most afternoons you will find me here, leaning on a fence, enjoying the view.
While Toby patiently waits
A cold, wet, windy weekend in store so what better excuse to settle down with some yarn, a good book, radio on one side, shelties on the other. The lentil Hashis Parmentier in the slow cooker.
One of the programmes I am looking forward to this weekend is Poetry Extra on radio 4 extra tomorrow afternoon. I don’t read much poetry but there are 5 poets who I do read and re-read constantly – John Clare, Edward Thomas, Adam Thorpe, Ivor Gurney and Norman Nicholson. If you know these poets you can probably see a common theme.
Here is Coastal Journey, taken from Norman Nicholson’s Collected Poems.
Poetry Extra – Provincial Pleasures – Norman Nicholson – @BBCRadio4Extra http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b09b6qt1
Low cloud shrouded the shipping lines. A ship’s horn sounding its passage up the Mersey. The lights of New Brighton blinked into a hazy existence. Exposed streams of shifting sands as far as you could see, and between the silent watchers of this cast iron shore out rang the calls of distant waders.
Some pictures from this morning’s walk from Waterloo Marina. I come here often because of the flat smooth surface which makes it ideal for Heidi’s buggy. We had already made a visit to Stanley Park before breakfast, and as soon as I had finished my bowl of cereal, brushed my teeth and ran my fingers through my hair, I bundled the dogs off into the car and drove the seven miles to the marina car park at Waterloo.
Usual Sunday morning boating activities taking place on the boating lake. I normally take in a stroll round the lake and then back home – but today decided to continue along the promenade. At Blundellsands we abandoned the prom for the grassy bank behind the sand dunes, very popular with dog walkers. I try to encourage Heidi to get out of her buggy and take some exercise along this stretch of the walk. But soon she was back in the buggy and we were striding along the prom heading towards the top car park and the prospect of a bag of chips from the mobile burger van. Little Miss Hoppalong was a big hit with the caterers and was offered a sausage to share with Max. We sat for a while enjoying our lunch and enjoying the views across the estuary.