The Dee and Thereabouts

Tag: walking

  • A dash around the park

    (Sunday 9th November, 2025)

        On Sunday 27th of May, 2021, during what was loosely known as Step 3 of the government lockdown, when limits on social contact outdoors were gradually being lifted, a group of us from work all met up for a walk. It wasn’t only a walk: we had seen each other only periodically since the beginning of the lockdowns, except for the occasional appearance on Zoom, so it was an opportunity to connect outside of work. Although some of the original cast-members have left since then, we’ve kept in touch and have continued to meet up sporadically for occasional walks in West Wirral and North Wales.

        So, Stu and I went to the Wirral Country Park at Thurstaston this morning, where we were joined by special guest stars Claire, Tanya and Evan, and Sue and Jayne, for our latest gathering. Unfortunately, Jayne didn’t bring her pet termite, which she’s named Clint Eatswood, although we hope to meet him at some point!

        As we traversed the park, there was quite a chill in the air, which became more noticeable when we reached the more exposed path that runs along the clifftops. Ordinarily, Stu and I go at a steady, ponderous pace and might have spent some time looking down towards the beach for signs of avian activity, but today was not the day. The park and the Wirral Way were unusually empty of people.

    Mallards braving the weather

    The Mallards and Coots were oblivious to the cold

    Three Coots

    Even the birds didn’t seem to be up to much – we saw the odd crow but otherwise nothing. Apart, that is, from some Mallards and Coots which seemed quite content to brave the weather. Everyone seemed eager to head to the café (Flissy’s) and get out of the wind, so we were full of admiration for Sue as she appeared to want to walk further than everybody else. We quickly realised, though, that she wasn’t trying to out-distance everyone, but that she’d actually lost her way!

        As it was a bit of a dash today, there’s consequently very little to report. On the other hand, it was a lovely couple of hours spent in great company – just being together with your friends is enough to lift your mood even on the most dismal of days, and we did have a giggle with each other!   

    Information sign

        Too late! The squirrel’s disappeared!

    The photograph of the Max Kirby Bridge information sign puzzled me at first, but I think this is another example of Stu failing to capture a squirrel on his camera. I feel sure that there was one happily chomping a hazelnut as he sat astride the sign, but he skedaddled before being photographed. Stu will have photographed Bigfoot, Nessy, and the Abominable Snowman before he ever takes a photograph of a squirrel! He did get a couple of shots of an enterprising Robin, which was hoovering up the crumbs spilt from our tables (yes, we were outside, as Flissy’s was full). As ever, it’s difficult to say what sex the bird is, as the males and females are so similar.

    Robin pleading for food
    Robin after food too

        Suitably refreshed (and hoping for a warmer day next time), we all headed home. While Stu and I were exiting the car park on to Station Lane, we watched a Common buzzard fly down low in front of us. When we reached the gates a little bit further up the road, we pulled over and saw that there was another buzzard. Both were happily perched on the gates but naturally, both had moved on before we could get a picture. But what a sight to see!

    The important stuff

    As mentioned earlier, we went to Flissy’s for our well-deserved break, where this week’s characters in no particular order enjoyed:

    Cappuccino, bacon & egg batch. Also, took home a Bakewell slice and a piece of Lemon drizzle. Also ate one of Evan’s crumpets, although she insists she was merely helping out (Claire).

    Tea, sausage toastie (Jayne).

    Americano with milk. Bagel with cheese, sausage and a hash brown (Sue).

    Tea, chips. (Tanya).

    Cappuccino and Bakewell slice (Col)

    Cappuccino and Bakewell slice(Stu)

  • Hungry Heron

    (Sunday 31st August, 2025)

        Over to Roydon Park on the Wirral Peninsula this morning. We took a little excursion into the woods and sat on a bench underneath a beech tree, just looking and listening. Occasionally runners and walkers passed by, the walkers often with dogs accompanying them, the dogs bounding excitedly at the thousand and one aromas that assaulted their senses. Apart from the raucous rattling of one unseen Magpie in a nearby tree, however, it was generally quiet, although I would say soothingly so. One of the many benefits of getting out and about in nature is that it only takes a few moments before your anxieties begin to wash away and you adapt to the rhythm of your natural surroundings.

    Vigilant Grey heron
    Grey heron and fish
    Grey heron with fish in its beak

        Grey heron with its breakfast

    Eventually, we exited from the woods and detoured to Roodee Mere, the lake near the miniature railway. A Grey heron was standing motionless on a raised platform in the mere, though we could see that its eyes were closely scouring the water for its breakfast. Several minutes went by when it suddenly lunged into the water and retrieved a fish. Stu managed to photograph the heron with the unfortunate fish in its beak.

    Grey heron in oak branch
    Grey heron hiding

    The Grey heron trying a different vantage point

    We watched a little longer, and we were amazed to see this persistent bird transfer itself to a low branch of an oak tree that was overhanging the water, then conceal itself in the foliage. As it flew to this new vantage point, it really did bring to mind a Pterodactyl. Mind you, I’ve never actually seen a Pterodactyl – I haven’t been around quite that long – but I’m sure you know what I mean.

    Moorhen chick following mother

       Moorhen chick following its mother

    There were quite a few Mallards swimming on the water, and Moorhens too: we watched one chick trailing its mother as she determinedly led it away from the heron.  (Grey herons will take Moorhen chicks if the opportunity is there, so the mother was right to be cautious). The far side of the mere was bedecked with lilies and other floating vegetation, and we watched in amused fascination as another family of Moorhens, chicks and parents, walked from one lily pad to another with their distinctive high-stepping gait.

    Moorhen chick solo

        Moorhen chick looking for a comb

    Despite the odd gust of wind, it was a relatively warm 19°C and we saw several butterflies flying about at the mere’s perimeter, including Meadow browns, Small whites, and Speckled woods.

    The important stuff

    Retiring to The Courtyard Café for our well-earned edibles, we very nearly came to blows as there was only one Bakewell Slice left! Fortunately, common sense prevailed and so we sat down and enjoyed Lemon Drizzle cake (Stu) and the aforementioned Bakewell (Col). Marvellous!

  • Along the Leete

    (Sunday 14th April, 2024)

            Stu and I were at Loggerheads this morning. ‘But they get on so well together!’ I hear you say. So, to avoid any misunderstanding, we were both at Loggerheads Country Park in Denbighshire, which is a popular wooded area through which the river Alyn flows. (Actually, when I say flow…well, I will come back to that later).

    It was virtually mud-free on the path now, and: in fact, this was the first time we walked the full length of the Leete for quite some time. It was a refreshing change to not get bogged down!

        We saw blue tits, great tits, robins, blackbirds and what Stu thought was a chaffinch, and what I thought was a stonechat – I was convinced the bird had a black head but it only appeared fleetingly so its identity will remain forever unknown. The forest floor was bedecked with a range of flowering plants: there were creamy-yellow primroses, bluebells, dandelions, daisies, wood violets, celandines, campion, and the odd residual clump of daffodils. We also spotted a single group of wood anemones on the far bank before crossing the bridge to join the Leete path. Colour was everywhere and such a contrast to earlier visits in the year when, apart from the few conifers, everything was a dull and neutral shade.

    Primroses
    Bluebells L

        Towards the end of the Leete path at the Cilcain end, we saw that many of the trees had been coppiced. Not only does this allow in more light due to the clearing of the canopy, but it also opens up the views down to the valley floor and across to Moel Famau and the Clwydian range. Coppicing is carried out regularly to encourage plant and tree growth and sustainability.

        Today the river Alyn was in full spate. As I intimated at the beginning, the Alyn’s water flow is not always constant and can vary considerably; this being most noticeable during prolonged dry weather spells, when the level drops and the bed runs dry particularly at the far end of the Leete Path. ‘Leat’ (also spelled ‘lete’ and ‘leet’) is defined in the Merriam-Webster dictionary as ‘an artificial water trench leading to or from a mill’, and there is indeed an old mill by the Visitor Centre which was a corn mill and later a sawmill in its working life. River levels drop of course, but the Alyn also flows underground quite extensively at certain points because of natural gaps in the limestone bed which swallows a lot of the water, much of which is also carried into an underground cave system to the north of the park. Often, as you travel the Leete path in a north-westerly direction, the bare stones of the riverbed are the only markers of the river. I must point out though that this is mainly during prolonged dry spells, and when the temperature has risen.