Wild

We decided to toodle into Lancaster yesterday to have a look at slow cookers. Afterwards we adjourned to our local village pub to discuss what we had seen. then we came home. 

The road from the pub is a rather windy narrow lane. On one of the twists you see Morecambe Bay between the houses. Normally we hardly notice it, partly because it isn't particularly dramatic at this point & partly because it's so familiar. Yesterday was different.

This was no gentle lapping. Even white horses had run away in fright. This was great rollers, threatening to roll over onto the road. The water looked so brown & cold.

Further along the way home, after turning onto another, wider, road, there is a view point, breath-taking at any time. We just had to stop, to watch the power of the tide coming in. Awesome indeed!

We have been half-wondering, if the trip to Stoke works out well, whether we couldn't at least manage a holiday in Britain, even if we couldn't face airports yet. We had been thinking of somewhere like the Isle of Man, so convenient when the ferry leaves from here. For me it was the usual holiday destination of my childhood, but I've not been back since.The Fox has never been. Or perhaps one of the Scottish islands, such as Islay or Arran - the Fox is currently reading a novel based on the life of Robert the Bruce & it's renewing his urge to see some of these islands. But, on a day like yesterday, we are very grateful not to be thinking of venturing out to sea in a ferry. At least that way we can keep food down in our stomach!

Once home we tackled the chicken curry pancakes I'd made in the morning. As we ate we watched the collared dove holding onto the trellis with its feet for dear life, head bent into the wind. I was reminded of visiting Humphrey Head one windy day with a friend. We'd all had to bend into the wind to prevent ourselves being blown off the cliff. You could almost just lie back, supported by it. Another very blowy day. The dove was doing the same. A blackbird came along. He almost crash-landed on the terrace. Twisting awkwardly he desperately grabbed the wooden strips of the terrace before some accident occurred.

Trying to stand still on a windy Humphrey Head

 
The wind still blows today. A bit quieter perhaps but not by much. We're just grateful we had a new roof put on our home a few years ago. Otherwise we would be worrying about the tiles.