Regular readers may be aware of our traditional anniversary walks. This year, with the move across the Pennines, we chose a Formby Beach walk, instead of our usual jaunt into the Yorkshire Dales. I’ve been visiting Formby Beach since my student days at Liverpool University, some 30 years ago, and I never tire of it.
In recent years, there has been an offshore wind farm added to the seaward horizon, where you can make out the Llŷn Peninsula of Wales (on a clear day). It’s a pretty huge wind farm.
Although I very much enjoyed our Formby Beach walk, with excellent company (of course), as usual. I felt that there was something missing. Was I missing Yorkshire? Was it all too flat and windy? Was it the lack of sheep and stone barns? What was this nagging void?
… And then I realised it was the pie, chips and ale lunch.