Walking the Soft Sands

I remember the time my GP asked for the miles I usually walk a week— 10 miles on average, I replied. Yes, on a good week, I walk more than that but sometimes, I barely touch down the streets. And when this happens, my bed takes a good shape of my body; those are the worst days.

Anyway, no plan is the best plan— that’s what we believe in, by ‘we’, I mean a small group of friends determined to visit someplace every week. This time, there was no particular plan but to go to any nearby beach.

Crosby was the nearest of all— takes only an hour and a half by bus.

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Part of the great Merseyside coastline, it’s a decent place for family outings. But not with curious kids who might ask you why there are naked iron men standing here and there— somewhere submerged, somewhere adobe the ground.

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It would be embarrassing, perhaps. Well, some find them the sources of enthusiasm, I noticed two teenage girls bullying one of the iron men standing at a distant place, pointing and touching the manhood and making fun of it— poor iron man, only if he had the ability to move or wear shorts!

There is a bit of history of these iron statues. You can find them here.

I was confused to see them there at first, thought they were for measuring the rise of waterline during ebb and tide. But later found more about them online. Seemed uninteresting to me. And there is not much to see but enjoy the tranquillity and soft sands underneath.

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You may notice a few ships coming from the Liverpool docks, heading somewhere in Europe. Apart from that, if you are lucky enough to get there on a sunny day, the sky is something to behold.

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After spending hours there for nothing but the wonderful clouds, it was time to head back to the den and fortunately, they turned the lights on with some characters projected on the old ruins. They look cool though.

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