Spent a glorious afternoon at Dunham Massey, here in the North of England. By the time we arrived back at our base, Moreton, nobody wanted to prepare a meal. So we took off down to West Kirby, where we picked up some Fish n Chips. Then headed down to the promenade to eat them. What could be better on a warm evening than taking in the views, looking towards North Wales over marine lake and the Dee estuary.
There were many sail boats on the lake, which was about as flat as a mill pond.
And with little wind it made for a very tranquil scene.
Sadly the Welsh coastline was obscured by mist with just a few twinkling lights managing to break through the murk.
As for the Fish n Chips, they were superb. We got them from Marigolds in West Kirby
Last week we travelled up to the Wirral to attend my nieces wedding and spend a few days with family. I have already placed a couple of posts about the flooding we experienced, due to the exceptionally heavy rains through Tuesday night, and on through Wednesday morning.
We awoke to large puddles filling the road, Millhouse Lane, which was still passable with care.
However, the rains persisted and the water levels continued to rise until Millhouse Lane became impassable, with the large puddles spreading until they joined with each other and with the one in Oakham Drive to form a huge lake.
Before the waters peaked they had spread into Town Meadow Lane which already had a small lake of its own.
The rising waters did eventually breach the garage but, thankfully, the garage floor is a couple of brick runs lower than the ground floor of the house. So, other than a bit of silt deposited on the garage floor, there was no damage to the house.
We were luckier than folks on the other side of Arrowe Brook who were evacuated from their homes after experiencing water levels up to three feet entering their homes. The Arrowe Brook was running exceptionally high and the locals were suggesting that levels were at least twice as bad as they could recall in recent times.
The following are a few of the photo’s that I took around the area until I was trapped indoors due to the rising flood waters.
Our plans had been for us leave in the morning and travel up to Pilling to spend a couple of days with friends. Unfortunately, the flood waters didn’t start to subside until the afternoon ensuring that we didn’t get away until after 16:00.
Last Sunday, part of the bank holiday weekend, was a glorious day. Unusual for a bank holiday, the sun was shining and the sky was blue. We chose to drop down to West Kirby for a stroll along the prom. The popularity of this area, evidenced by the crowds of people enjoying the fresh air and the sun and the views, brought back childhood memories.
Many times, as kids we would be taken down to the sea-shore at Worthing or Hastings with nothing more that a ball and a picnic which usually featured eggy butties. We did nothing much other than messing about on the beach, rock pools and on the wooden groynes. The crown on such a day was usually an ice cream, a “99” with maybe some sprinkles and on some occasions we would have fish and chips, in newspaper.
Well I’m a bit older now but the simplicity of walking along the prom at West Kirby,
inhaling the fresh sea air, watching the boats on Marine Lake,
watching the “scousers” walking on water, they are really walking the Marine Lake wall and
enjoying the views across the Dee estuary to Wales. Money cannot buy these pleasures and none is required.
Well, actually, you do need some money if you are to have an ice cream. And we did top of the experience and partake of a very nice ice cream, not a “99” but tasty even though it lacked the flake.
Well I did get some more sleep after my earlier awakening due to my coughing fit. Needles to say I was feeling a bit sluggish but that was to be expected after several hours of traveling and not very much sleep.
Anyway, Saturday morning proper arrived and the troops gathered for breakfast teas and coffees. Suitably fortified, we all made our way to Moreton to visit the rellies, my wife’s sister, her daughter and granddaughter. We drank more tea and coffee and generally spent a few hours chin wagging. My daughters took their respective spouses away to show them where they had spent their school years. That is to say they headed out to Bromborough where they lived prior to being rudely scooped up and dragged “down south” to Pompey.
My wife and I stayed on in Moreton for a bit longer, wagging our chins for all they were worth before re-joining the rest for our evening meal. We all met up at The Royal Oak in Bromborough.
The Royal Oak is part of the “Hungry Horse” chain of eateries and, sad to say, this one managed to maintain my low opinion of their restaurants. I can’t put my finger on it but I really don’t like the atmosphere in their pubs. They tend to be noisy, dingy and the food is of dubious standard. If the others had not already settled in and ordered by the time we got there I would have insisted on going elsewhere.
My wife had a “Beef Madras” curry which tasted OK but only just met the conditions of trades descriptions act by containing just three small pieces of meat. How they have the effrontery to charge money when they serve so little is beyond my comprehension. Things didn’t get any better with my meal.
My wife may have had three small pieces of meat in her curry but I would, on the other hand, defy anyone to find any meat in the “Big Cornish Cow Pie” that was delivered for my consumption. This is a large rectangular crusty pie was filled with some sort of slop which I can only describe as thick gravy and vegetables. Admittedly their menu does not actually claim that it contains meat but the image included does seem to show minced meat of some description. Well my pie was hugely disappointing, I wouldn’t have minded finding a bit of horse. I pointed this out to the waitress when she asked if we had enjoyed our meals. Her only comment was that she hadn’t actually tried it but thought the pie contained minced beef. Well not on this occasion.
The tribe upped sticks and headed back to our rented accommodation, stopping en route to pick up supplies. We had a pleasant evening chatting and consuming a few glasses of wine.
Sunday was Mothers Day. Three of our party were surprised with cards and bunches of flowers and two of the lads set to in the kitchen and rustled up a huge breakfast comprising bacon, sausages, poached eggs and toast. No mean feat when you consider that all eight of us sat down and ate together.
Once this was all consumed and the kitchen was returned to its original pristine state we jumped into the cars and headed out to do some touristy stuff. I and four others in one car headed over to Liverpool and the Albert Dock via the Birkenhead Tunnel. It was bitterly cold with a significant windchill as the air blasted up between the buildings from the river. We didn’t take much persuading to visit “The Beatles Story” where it was much, much warmer and out of that biting wind.
The Beatles Story is highly recommended but should you visit be prepared for data overload. You are given a headset which will play commentary on demand as you walk around. This is supplemented by the visual texts, photographs and huge amounts of memorabilia. To this you have to add other atmospheric audio titbits supplied via video screens and of course all of this overlaid by a soundtrack of various Beatles songs throughout. There is a mockup of the Cavern Club to which my wife commented that it was much much darker in the real thing. She having actually visited the club during the “Fab Four” era.
Whilst I would describe the Beatles Story as a great experience I would not extend that description to the awful service provided by Starbucks as you exit the exhibition. You expect to be ripped off when you go through the obligatory souvenir shop. But the Starbucks experience was not good. Drinks were expensive, substandard and the levels in the cups matched the state of the Mersey i.e. the tide was out. Some of us had tea and that was very much a DIY experience…take the teabag out of the mug and when asked about milk the staff just pointed across the room. The tea tasted like canteen tea brewed in an urn. It’s a shame that so much effort has been put into the exhibition but so little put into the refreshments.
The tickets that we had purchased included access to a 4D show and also to an Elvis Exhibition. Both at the Pierhead. This meant that we had to venture out into the cold but being the brave souls that we are we didn’t flinch as we headed down to the riverside. Any remaining cobwebs were well and truly scoured as we moved along to the Pierhead.
The 4D experience was surreal and made us laugh. The Elvis Exhibition was interesting with quite a bit of cross linkage to the Beatles Story which gave us a bit of continuity.
By this time the sun had broken through the clouds. It didn’t do much for the temperature outside but the low sun levels did light up the Liver Buildings and some other objects.
After all that VERY fresh air we had worked up quite an appetite. Choosing where to eat on Mothers Day when you haven’t booked anywhere can prove to be a bit of a challenge. We opted to head towards the cottage and see if we could spot something en route. Our route took us close to Thornton Hough where some of us had previously eaten in a very nice hostelry. We diverted to the Seven Stars which, as expected, was heaving. The pub was full and we didn’t hold out much hope. Enquiring behind the bar if they could accomodate a party of five, we were informed that they could have a table ready for us in about twenty minutes. We were duly seated and had a lovely meal. If anyone is ever in the vicinity of Thornton Hough I would highly recommend the Seven Stars. Whether it be to pop in for a pint or stay for a full blown three course meal. The landlord and his staff are very friendly. The food is excellent and the beer is well kept.
Monday and we awoke to a really bright morning. Temperatures just as low as before but so bright. We had elected the day to try and visit the brother-in-law who is in The Walton Centre, Liverpool. So made our way to Moreton to make arrangements and after a spot of lunch we made our way over, rather under, the Mersey and negotiated the biggest hospital complex on the planet. Leastways thats how it seemed to me.
After spending a short time in the hospital we headed back to Moreton where it was decided to try and get all of the family into a single pub/restaurant for the evening meal. Eventually we got ourselves booked in to the Three Stags at Bebington. No mean feat since there were twelve of us. They did us proud and I was amazed that they did the meal (starters and mains) plus drinks for £190. Seems like a really good deal to me. The food was excellent and once again the staff were really friendly and helpful.
This gathering was a double edged affair as we were enjoying socialising with our northern family but this was tinged with the knowledge that we had come to the end of our long weekend and that we had to go back to the cottage to pack and prepare for the journey home on the following morning.
When we got back to the cottage we found a black furry beast on the table and as it looked hungry I gave it a saucer of milk…