We’ve been out and about, mostly to our favourite dog walking place along the sea front promenade at Waterloo. We usually walk up along the wide stretch of grass behind the ever changing dunes, then walk back down in front of the dunes along the concreted promenade above the beach.
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.