Mooching

It's quite like pottering but more weekend-like. Going for a stroll and watching the tide start to come in. Listening to skylarks. Finally starting to sew some curtains. Dining with family. Enjoying a glass of wine or two. Chasing squirrels. Kicking leaves. Drinking imaginary tea. And real tea. Chatting to pygmy goats and Bobo the donkey. Just a random selection from the past two days. I'm counting Friday as the weekend as I work on Sundays.

We heard the skylarks while we were walking along Hale shore. Something about their song always makes me feel sleepy in a warm, summery kind of way. Today wasn't warm and summery, but it wasn't cold either. The walk was somewhat gritty. The views were of chemical works and oil refineries. We got to see lots of flotsam and jetsam washed up by recent high tides: wheel hubs, tyres, rusty old fridges, thousands of plastic bottles, gas canisters, plastic crates. And (yuck factor alert) tampon applicators. Another reason to use the wonderful Mooncup.

Little man enjoyed watching all the aeroplanes taking off from Liverpool Airport. And he enjoyed poking about in the stones and sand with a stick. I built a tower of stones, a la Makka Pakka, which little man happily kicked over. I sat on a rusty wheel hub while he scrabbled about, but I had to keep an eye out for him going near any broken glass or rusty nails. Like I said, it was gritty.