A frosty start to an otherwise mostly grey day though we did see a lovely late afternoon sun so all is good. I was planning to start packing up today, but in the end I just thought about and decided to enjoy a lovely walk through the dunes at Ainsdale instead!
There was not a puff of breeze and not a soul in sight on the beach, for an eerie moment, I wondered if I had missed something and shouldn’t actually be on the beach!
Apart from someone demanding some action!
Not so sweet now huh? I gave in and down onto the beach we went for some tennis ball throwing and chasing.
As the tide was a long way out the shipwreck of the Star of Hope was very exposed and we wandered out to take a closer look.
The Star of Hope ran aground in 1883 on her way, laden with cotton, to Liverpool. Fortunately her crew found refuge on the Crosby Lightship. The wreck has remained hidden by the sand banks until just before last Christmas, so we are lucky to have seen her.
We continued our walk back to Ainsdale along the beach, Poppydog chasing the ball and me, enjoying the lowering sun.
A now content and quiet hound!
Two thoughts of the day:
We are heading south on Sunday, to stay in landlocked Hertfordshire for a few weeks, visiting my Dad, brother and friends – we shall miss our beach walks!
Can you believe we have been away for 10 months? It has passed so quickly!