I pointed the camera the other way yesterday instead of snapping the pier, on the horizon is Southport. Yesterday was a gorgeous day, the sun was shining, the breeze dropped as I walked to the shop, everyone was in a good mood, working at the shop was fun, it was great to get out and stretch my legs.
Our decision to move here hasn't been a wholly good one.
It took me about four years to start to feel settled and I still don't love it here. I love the house and even without the difficulties we'd have selling it I would hate to leave it, but there are some real problems. The problem at the minute it is work. Dan's job is changing yet again, and it is going to be a less interesting but easier job. Not stretching his brain is not a good thing for him and the fact that his boss doesn't appear to be fighting the corner of the team adds to the negativity - they are fine so the ladder is being pulled right up.
So it's job application time, but with us being a bit out on a limb there's nothing that's easy to get to, it's either negotiating the M6 (rarely fun) or an expensive train journey. The downside of being here.
Still, you can't let money decide everything about your life can you?