We took a journey to the west Lancashire coast on Monday, J and I, and it was absolutely b-e-a-u-tiful.
Our original Monday morning plan had been to go for a quick coffee followed by an attempt at ticking off some mundane chores from our rather long (and rather boring) to-do list. But in a very uncharacteristic way J totally surprised me by suggesting we ditch the chores and drive to the sea instead, and I tell you my heart soared to the heavens on hearing his words. He is not a spontaneous man, and this was very unusual (but quite wonderful) behaviour. I was absolutely ecstatic.
On the way home from dropping Little B at school, we stopped to buy chocolate and some sandwiches, then called in at Coopers Cafe to pick up a couple of lattes which we decanted into flasks to take with us.
It took 80 minutes to drive to this lovely little unspoilt part of the coast, and when we arrived at 10.30 I almost couldn't believe that it was Monday morning and we were actually beside the sea. Yipppeeeeeee for spontaneity!!!!!!! The weather was glorious - it was cold (it is still winter here), but bright, sunny and still.
We promenaded, J and I, for the absolute pleasure of slowly walking, talking, and taking it all in. The tide was right out when we arrived, but that didn't matter - we still strolled out along this funny little built up pier to go and sit on that stone bench you can see right at the far end.....
.....which was the perfect spot for elevenses. The sun warmed my face as I sat and listened to the curlews calling, breathed in the salty sea air, drank my delicious coffee and nibbled on some chocolate.
This part of the coast isn't especially scenic or remarkable, but it is beautifully tranquil with wide open skies and a large expanse of beach.
We wandered along the sand, picking up shells and relishing in the peace and quiet of a sunny Monday morning. I can't tell you how happy my heart was!
Jaunting out on a school day has it's limits as there are only six hours to play with. We reckoned we could have around three hours at Heysham before needing to make the return journey in time to collect Little B.
But that was OK, it meant that we made the most of every minute, and the day truly felt like a gift.
We remembered a time years ago when we came here with Little B during a school day. Oddly enough, I've just looked back into my archives and it was March then too, five years ago when Little B was only two years old. I have loved reading my blog post again from that visit, oh how precious those words and pictures are.
March has become the month we visit Heysham then - I think it's because the memory of all the crocuses growing in the church yard makes me always think of this place at this time of year.
I am secretly wishing for many more spontaneous Monday jaunts as our year unfolds, it really was the very best kind of a day. A visit to see the sea is always good for the soul, and my heart was brim full of happy.