As we are nearing the end of our week off and I have plans to see a friend tomorrow, we thought we would go out somewhere today. Today is also Southport Air Show so there were certain directions that we couldn’t travel in and so in the end we decided to travel over to the Wirral and visit a village called West Kirkby here:
We set off at 11:30 and made our way down the M62 towards Liverpool with the intention of going through the Wallasey Tunnel, which all told should have been about an hour’s journey. I think you can see what’s coming.
We reached the outskirts of Liverpool OK, but then, due to building and roadworks, got stuck in traffic for over an hour, moving forward 5ft at a time – ‘orrible. When we eventually made it through the traffic we navigated our way to West Kirkby, only to find it jam packed with people & cars and once we were stuck in yet more traffic we decided to bail and go to New Brighton instead -approximately 7-8 miles away, here:
Thankfully we made it to New Brighton without too much drama, but by this time, we had been in the car over 2 hours and I was feeling more than a little frazzled. We took a deep breath and decided to go for lunch, as on top of everything else, I was starving and desperate to pee. We found ourselves in Bella Italia at a table overlooking the water and things felt a little calmer.
I ordered a grilled chicken breast with salad , which I ate with gusto and for once, I decided to eat the accompanying onion rings as I usually avoid them. As you know, I am Lactose Intolerant and sometimes the batter they use on onion rings contains milk, but for whatever reason today, I decided to risk it.
After lunch, we decided to go for a walk on the beach and for 15 minutes we strolled gently along the marina, taking some lovley pics of an abandonded lighthouse. But after about 15 minutes, I started to feel a bit icky and we decided to head back towards the shops and restaurants at the marina just in case. However, the stroll back turned into a speed walk, which turned into a panicky jog as the repurcussions of me eating said onion rings began to make themselves known.
I will spare you the gory details, but it wasn’t pretty and we ended up camped in Starbucks until my medication (which I always carry) kicked in. Grim AF.
So let’s recap. What we aimed for was a romantic “Date” day togther, perhaps strolling round a pretty village or along a picturesque marina. What we actually got, was a 2 hour traffic jam, impatient car drivers, a lighthouse and an upset stomach. Lovely.
We took a route home that was twice as long in distance, but took just 50 minutes of traffic free driving. What. A. Day.