Tuesday brings with it the fact that i have to get off my recovery sofa and get back into the brutal world. I’m still under par but i have a commitment made and unless i’m dead, i always try to honor my engagements. Firstly I walk the dog (i only have one dog for now, as my other is being tended to by a friend, giving me an ounce or two of reprieve) and lucky for us the sun is out and it’s a bright autumnal morning. Once Karma is sorted I then jump a shower, freshen up and get into some comfortable clothing.
I’m hungry but have no food in close proximity and i’m decidedly going to treat myself to a breakfast of egg n bacon, that’s all i want and so i jump in the Boogie Bus with Karma and we begin our journey toward the tunnel (i have to be in Hoylake for my engagement). I’m looking for a cafe en route but for some harsh reason, one does not present itself. I’m waning with hunger but decide to get across the water and find something that side.
Oh and I do … as i drive toward Hoylake I espy a couple of little cafe’s but nowhere easy to park, and then, i see the chalkboard on the pavement, like the peripheral view i see of the ‘brasserie’ and shake a quick left into a side street and park up fast. Any longer and i reckon i’d have been chewing on my dog’s tail!
I walk into the beautifully quaint brasserie at about 11.40am (the chalkboard having said that breakfast is served till midday) so luck is shining for me and i ask the girl if chef would be kind enough to just cook me eggs n bacon. She’s helpful enough, although it did seem for a moment that perhaps they couldn’t swerve from the set menu, however there’s not one single other customer in, so really, they’re glad for the meagre custom i bring.
Anyway, breakfast is ordered ….
(cost = £6.60 / maybe expensive for a breakfast, but worthy of it)
and i am delighted !! the best eggs i have had cooked for me, ever! probably! oh joy, i felt as if someone was definitely looking down on me and saying, ‘there you go girl, enjoy’ …. and i did
The place is called Maluca (which in Portuguese means ‘crazy’ supposedly) … it’s a fantastic little place with an amazing bathroom …
the size of the tap had me in awe!
and it’s child friendly i’m reckoning….
Now i’ve got about 40 minutes to kill before the Art commences …
So, i take my beautiful Karma to the beach …
she absolutely loves the beach!
it’s a fair bit windy and chilly but it’s sure getting rid of the cobwebs.
We walk as far toward the turbines as i could and then i espied a wonderful boat and just as i was about to photograph it a man began walking all over it, at first i felt he would ruin my shots, but then he added to them, and then it turned out he was the guy who made it … we spoke and he filled me in on a couple of bits of its history … it’s known as the ‘The Grace Darling’ …..
an exhilarating experience, and one that i would certainly not have enjoyed had i found a cafe in Liverpool …. the winds that blow you off route are definitely some of the best …
A quick brush down of the sand and i head to the hall where the Life Art Session is to commence …
I’m well looked after, always, by this group and there’s always some fantastic results emerging..
Now my quest is to find a bed for the night!