Weston Super Mere
The tide was out, I walked for what seemed eternity on a muddy landscape which doesn’t seem to end. The mud just gets deeper until you stop gambling with your life.
The tide was out, I walked for what seemed eternity on a muddy landscape which doesn’t seem to end. The mud just gets deeper until you stop gambling with your life.
Someone had an accident just off the M60/M67 roundabout causing some very impressive delays. What should have taken half an hour now takes significantly longer. I had one option only. Head north or east. That keeps me away from all the accident traffic.
Oh I went to an industrial estate in Enrith that can give you the “lergy” just by looking at it 👀!
Communication matters. Is it really that difficult to furnish drivers with meaningful information? Y’know stuff like; This sort of thing. Why am I moaning? Because I was sent to collect some welding gear from a clothing retailer 🤦🏽♂️ a blunder somewhere but it was enough to set of my #moody. Meh. I wanted to get …
That’s when I saw this guy. He jogging backwards wearing his leotard and pumps. You could tell from his face that he really is giving it all and isn’t enjoying its Seeing this guy putting his body through so much discomfort and suffering inspired me.
I spoke at length with random blokes fishing. They will sit there until nearly midnight trying to catch a fish. Sometimes they get some real gems out the ocean then take them home to eat. I admired their dedication to the game. Some of the guys had tents and pretty much full camping gear.
They turned out to be well published writers! I can’t name them but they aren’t small fish.
Even though the day was grey and the weather misty I got onto the beach and had a mini exploration of the area and small albeit deep(ish) caves.