Tag Archives: Ainsdale beach
Fancy a ramble?
I know. No more blogging I said. Well, this is the exception that proves the rule. And it’s a long one. So, make a pot of tea or coffee, cut a slice of cake – whatever you fancy – and … Continue reading
Boum!
No armchair for God today. Not even a paltry cushion. No, I’m not having visions, I’m singing – in my head. It’s an old song by the French singer, Charles Trenet, in which this line appears: ‘Et le bon Dieu … Continue reading
Hidden. Easter Sunday mirages at the beach
A skylark rises, invisible, like the gentle, irregular whistle of a barely boiling kettle, singing on the hob. A good day to be a skylark. The merlins and sparrowhawks will be flummoxed by the clammy sea-mist that’s swirling in the … Continue reading