A little throwback to the summer with some pictures I took while passing front gardens.
Heatwave was back, so it was time to go to the beach again.
Shot taken from the pier.
Light above the pier.
Sun reflecting on the water.
My foot in the water.
Something to eat.
Followed by an ice cream, of course.
Place to have some fun times. (I think. I haven’t been there.)
Shops on the street are also sort of typical of the seaside town.
Sun starts setting on the seaside, rides are closing.
All tired out from the day, you make your way to the station, only to be faced with the reality of the train to Manchester being cancelled. The next one would not depart until an hour after the cancelled one.
Distrust in the railway company, coupled with your ever present anxiety, forces you to seek another solution.
You board the next train to Liverpool and return to Manchester via Liverpool South Parkway. You get home at about the same time you would if you had taken the train after the cancelled one.
What a journey!
For the Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Journey.
In case you want to know, I didn’t have to buy another ticket, the one I had was valid for the alternative journey.
Roses on the Beach
Pic is from my trip to Crosby in June.
Something very gothic romance about it.
I think of a young man in 19th century, perhaps a newly qualified lawyer with good prospects, coming to Liverpool to meet the woman he loves, who is to arrive on a ship from America. He buys a bouquet of roses, of course, for roses are her favourite flowers. The ship docks, the passengers disembark, but his beloved is not among them. Heartbroken, the young lawyer suspects she fell in love with another man. He dumps the flowers on the sandy beach and swears never to love again. To escape his disappointment, he leaves for an expedition to West Africa, where he meets his death.
The young lady, his beloved, has in truth not fallen in love with anyone else. She never boarded the ship. Her best friend has had an accident and the young lady rushed to be by her side, as this friend was like a sister to her. She wrote a letter to the young lawyer, explaining she would make the voyage as soon as her friend recovered. How was she to know the young man never read her letter, for he had left before he could have received it?
When she finally arrives to England, she hears of her young man’s death in West Africa and cries many a tear. She vows never to love again, converts to Catholicism and becomes a nun.
Luckily, there’s another version of this story, where the young lawyer has a sister, who tells him he’s being an idiot and that he should trust his beloved–if she was not on the ship, there was probably a good reason and no doubt soon some news would come. Which it does. He reads the letter and it makes him love his beloved even more. “Isn’t she just the best, look how she cares about her friend!” he gushes to his sister. The sister wears her biggest told-you-so face.
Some weeks later, the lovely lady at last arrives on another ship, he waits for her with a fresh bouquet of roses. They get married and live happily ever after.
So it was.
Rain After Heat
After the heatwave, Manchester is back to normal.
I’m aware that this is not the first time I’ve posted pictures of raindrops on clover, but I can’t help it, they just look so mesmerising.
Here they are, enjoy them.
Photos taken in Heaton Park.
Reach For The Sky
Be like the flowers, look up.
Close and far.
Pictures taken in Heaton Park.
A Walk in June 2
These were taken with my smartphone.
A Walk In June – Bonus
A simple title for a simple post. Following on from my previous entry.
I love my close-ups.
My internet was down from Saturday evening till sometime on Monday (I had to go to the office to work and when I got home it was fixed) so I couldn’t make a post on a Sunday as usual. I always work on the blog on Saturday night or Sunday and schedule posts for the week, so this just threw my whole routine out of the window (in addition to ruining my weekend). Anyway, all’s well now.
Enjoy the sunshine and happy summer solstice!