LONG TIME NO SEA ? 6.5 Miles
SEA SEEKERS :- Vic, Martin, Danny, John W,
Anthony, Paddy, James.
Many years ago the joke about Southport was that the seaside resort had no sea. This is no longer so but today we have to report that no waves made their presence felt.
We parked where we have always parked, at the Northern end of the yachting Lake next to the golf course and were soon on the promenade.
The first roundabout as we approached the coast reminded us of Southport's love of golf.
Far away across the Ribble estuary we could see our destination of a fortnight ago --- Blackpool.
It's a Lo o o o o o ng Pier ! And although this photo gives it the lie. It was busy.
The warm sunshine and the lovely position made us reluctant to get up and carry on. Paddy meanwhile bumped into one of his daughters who was also walking around Southport.
Paddy is hiding a VERY LARGE cornet from " 'er indoors " so if you're reading this Susan please skip quickly on to the next bit .
As we walked we bumped into Paddy's youngest daughter Beth again and his grandchild Ned. She was showing her mother-in-law (from "foreign" parts) around Southport, What a delight.
Then, half way down the "Row" we came to the park entrance and went into it looking for a lunch spot.
As we set off after lunch we first went though a small wooded area where this tree caught our attention.
We carried on along this tree lined avenue heading for the exit gates.
As we neared the exit Paddy took this photo of John W and as John McEnroe would have said " You cannot be serious !"
The last of the bunch leaving the park.
We wondered if this might have been a special theme park for " Elderly Gentlemen,"
The "Rocket Set " waiting for the rest of us to catch up.
We followed the edge of the boating lake with all of it's bird life. Including these exotic specimens.
" Don't photograph them " says Sammy Swan, "They're just tasteless exhibitionists ! "
"We, on the other hand, have had a ballet written all about us.... That's class for you." He continued.
Continuing along the lake looking at and admiring the two very elegant bridges from two different eras.
The street furniture decorations continued. Don't know what this one is called but Danny does.
One of Southport's many handsome buildings . "Art Deco" we surmised. But who is the diver ? Someone of the same era ? Johnny Weissmuller ? Capt. Webb ?
Just around the corner from the spectacular modern bridge it was coffee all round for the, by now, tiring Meanderthals.
There is something "Romantic" about paddle steamers. Perhaps it's fond memories of the 50's cinema, All those westerns and "Gone with the Wind ".
Never mind the modern concrete and glass utilitarian buildings of today. The Victorians knew how to make a dramatic statement and give a building appropriate gravitas. We think this was a hospital . Now being converted into apartments.
Almost back at the cars now but there were still interesting things to see.
............and as we arrived at the cars we got a final reminder of Southport's golfing history. The walk ended as it began in fact.
Our walks seem to be coming rather more tranquil as the years progress , Talking takes equal precedence with walking. BUT as the "Desiderata" reminds us there comes a time to "Gracefully surrender the things of youth" (not a word perfect quotation) and as we all steadily climb the steps toward being octogenarians perhaps all is as it should be.
THE END
JW.
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