Growing up on the Wirral, I was absolutely spoilt with beautiful views and things to do. However, despite living there for 20 odd years, I didn’t always make the most of it. So while we were home over the Christmas break, I was determined to do exactly that and so we ventured to the beach for a New Years Day walk with Max.
The sun was just about breaking through the dark clouds as we drove down the windy roads, past beautiful houses to the beach. Max was looking a little bewildered about why he was in the car, but soon felt happy once he reached Caldy Beach. With my wellies on and poop bag in tow, we made our way down the cobbled steps to the beach.
There is something so special about the beach at home and with every visit, it always feels and looks different to the last time. Everyone who we passed said “hello” to us and couldn’t help but stop to show Max some love. He was, without a doubt, loving the attention and it’s not hard to see why. I on the other hand, loved feeling the cold, fresh air brush against my face and breathing in the smell of the salty sand – all the while smiling from cheek to cheek as I too was in my happy place.
It’s times like these when I really miss living on the Wirral. Manchester is a great city, but I do sometimes feel quite out of place there. Thankfully, we’re close enough to head back any time we want which I really appreciate – even if it’s just for a walk on the beach with Max come rain or shine.