Be Kind To My Mistakes

Ho Hum!

Listening to All Music on Shuttle Play (Currently Vivaldi)

I forgot to upload any photos last night so you will have to wait for the ones of out one great local landmark. This is in fact a sailless and soulless windmill on the edge of our town so I will leave you to your slavering anticipation re that. However, the phrase 'edge of our town' has reminded me of the times when I lived in the rough and ready inner part of Liverpool and used to cycle out towards Southport. Where we live now really is the edge of the city. The last road has houses backing on to either sand dunes or a golf course. If you take the train from here to Southport, you will find yourself projected out of the cluttered suburbs and into open country. Proof at Multimap. I always feel slightly disturbed but thankful that no one has managed to apply successfully for permission to build on the green bits. This Northern defined edge contrasts with the blurry edge of South Liverpool where huge estates fade into dusty scrub and farm land and then into the strange black-and-white village of Hale famous for the Child of Hale. Some photos of that in future editions no doubt.

That ejection by the city as you travel North on the train has reminded me of sailing back into Fort Lauderdale after a 'cruise' to the Bahamas. It was after dark and the ship just sailed at the skyline of Florida with no feeling that it was going to stop. The docks are set way back from the sea front and the ships just sail in, manoeuvre and dock. Maybe it's the inspiration for the end of that wonderful film, Speed 2 or is that just a load of Bullocks?
Again, the internet provides wonderful confirmation.