The West Kirby Bookshop (original shop)

A slow morning.  Up late.  The Bo decided he wanted scrambled eggs for breakfast and made us all some - so delicious in lots of ways to have a teenage-made breakfast.

Trip to B and Q - of course, pretty much a requirement as it's the weekend!  Bought lots of house bits but nothing exciting, although new washing line is most necessary when the one you've got is fraying to pieces.

The Bo wanted to go up to West Kirby to meet friends so I spied an opportunity to go and take some photos at the bookshop while it still exists where it is - it's moving to larger premesis just along the same road shortly which is very exciting, but this first space has been well loved by a community crying out for a local independent bookshop.  

Blip: my favourite (for now) of a lot of shots I took - Jordan and Dan who own the bookshop curate the selection so well, so we never know what we are going to find or come out with (I was good today, but the wife less so - although I'd bought plenty yesterday!)  It's so wonderful to have a bookshop owned and run by people passionate about reading and literature - we go in most weekends for a chat, talking about books and life, life and books, and try not to buy *too* many books...usually failing miserably!  My pile of unread and half-started books grows ever higher.  Goodness know what we'll do when the bookshop is 4 times the size.  Open an annex selling second hand books from our garage in the next village I should think!  

Extras: one is my favourite of the external shots I took, you get a sense of the shops on the other side of the street in the reflection which for me shows how well it's fitted into West Kirby life, and a fish-eye of some of the kids book shelves which looks pleasingly like the pages of a book to my mind.

Had some time to kill in West Kirby before more teenage taxiing home, but wonders will never cease the tide was in (it's a rarity here, our beach is very flat and high tides that bring the water near the shore are rare), so myself and the wife had an ice cream (this goes without saying I think if the day ends in a y) and a lovely walk actually in the sea - there were pockets of warm water every so often, hundreds of sailing boats our between here and Wales and a warm breeze, but not the baking sun of yesterday.  We spent a lof of time talking about how lucky we are to live this life, to have this all on our doorstep and how grateful we are to have found each other when we were both least expecting it.