It’s been a wet week weatherwise. So much rain, so many deep puddles. The only good thing about the torrential rain is that, when it peppers the living room windows with millions of raindrops, we can’t see the leaden grey sky behind.
Again this week, we didn’t venture far afield, we just walked everywhere, in all directions, mostly avoiding the rain.
We haven’t seen the geese for a while, we thought they’d migrated, but apparently not.
Wythenshawe Park is a nice big space, and there’s always something interesting to see.
No, of course I didn’t laugh when the little dog tried to carry the huge stick through a gap that was too small. I did laugh though when it looked at me as if it were my fault.
I’d forgotten there were tennis courts in the park, and a few people were having a good game, but the girls weren’t grunting like they have to at Wimbledon.
Liesel and I might take up tennis one day, when ‘this’ is all over. My worst ever tennis related injury, years ago, was blisters on my hand from gripping the racquet too tightly.
Mushrooms are taking over the world, or at least, our small corner of it.
Another day, we watched a couple of people playing golf on one of our local courses.
I suggested to Liesel that she bury the ball in the sand, just for a laugh, but she declined the offer.
Liesel and I might take up golf one day, although my GP advised me not to while I was having back issues when I was a postman. Sarah and I used to play Pitch and Putt when we lived in Peterborough. My claim to fame is that one day I pitched the ball so hard, it hit a passing bus.
It was my turn for a flu jab this week, so I walked to the GP surgery, hoping it wouldn’t rain until at least I was on my way home. Did I mention we’ve had a lot of rain recently?
It looks like this small, bright yellow, protective barrier wasn’t up to the job after all.
I had a fantastic idea as I passed by this residence:
Rain panels. There must be a way of harnessing the energy generated by falling rain. And, as I may have hinted, there’s a lot of rain about at the moment. I just need to work out a few technical details.
I walked through Hollyhedge Park, another peaceful place, although you can still hear the hum and rumble from the nearby motorway.
Liesel and I might take up bowls one day: we had a go in Chessington a few years ago and apparently, I’m a natural. A natural what, our host didn’t say.
We’re looking forward to the time when we can once again take William and/or Martha to a playground. Or anywhere, really.
This is the home of Wythenshawe Amateurs Football Club aka the Ammies. Which is confusing, because nearby Salford City FC is also known as The Ammies. There’s a lot about football that I’ll never understand.
Liesel and I might take up football one day but, no, actually, it’s very unlikely. My games teacher at school knocked any real interest in football out of me, and Liesel doesn’t like being out in the rain.
But, if Martha or William take up any of these wonderful sports, or anything else, we’ll definitely be there to support them, whatever the weather!
Ooh, exciting: here’s Northenden’s latest tourist attraction.
If you need a three-piece suite, it’ll be in Homewood Road for a few more days.
We didn’t quite make it all the way to Didsbury this week, guess why?
Liesel and I might take up jogging one day, it looks so much fun, we just love running with shoes full of water, although I do realise that’s not compulsory.
Listen to Mick’s Multi-lingual Music Mix on Radio Northenden, very nearly three hours of music from 6 continents, 29 different languages, OD on DB, plus, enjoy my Album of the Week: Where Does It Go by Denise Johnson.