A calm sunny day out of the blue. A day that shouldn’t be wasted. Cycling will be better for me than all that weight-bearing walking on my dodgy knee. Yes it has officially become dodgy. Most people parked up on the front at Fleetwood are content to sit in their cars with the heater on, gazing out across the Wyre Estuary to Morecambe Bay. Somehow the statue of the waiting family took on a more poignant significance as the nation waits for news of Nicola Bulley who has vanished higher up the Wyre at St. Michaels.
In a sombre mood I pedal off along the seafront, Rossall, Cleveleys, Bispham, North Shore, The Golden Mile, the Pleasure Beach and South Shore. All familiar landmarks of the Fylde Coast at Blackpool. There are few people about, despite the sun it is still chilly. Mainly dog walkers. I eat my sandwich at Squires Gate, I’ve come far enough and turn around to do it all again in reverse. This is a favourite ride of mine, flat all the way with lots of interest and all that good ozone and vitamin D producing light.
The peaceful winter promenade.
Mary’s Shell in the tide. The Ogre was under water – more of them and the Mythic Coast another time.
The tower silently watching.
A Ringed Plover? posing. Not a grouse in sight.
I stop briefly to chat to a fisherman casting into the sea from the shingle beach, it’s high tide. Dabs and cod could be on the menu tonight but the only catches I witness are seaweed. A patient sport angling.
What’s for supper?
That was it really. All quiet on the western front.
Looks like a decent ride on a decent day. I love that statue at Fleetwood, it signifies so much and it’s nice that someone puts flowers on it.
One of my favourite statues.
Good photos. I have converted the one with the pier and wheel to Black and White – sending a copy by email. It seemed to call out for that somewhow.
I see what you mean. Thanks.
That’s a great stretch of beach for a bike ride. Nice photo of the ringed plover.
The ride is flat all the way, perfect.
I hoped it was a ringed plover!
Indeed, calm sunny day shouldn’t be wasted and sometimes, with no grand plans or big walks I find just getting out in the fresh air for a bit is enough for me