Not Bee Hives

Started the day by making a Puttanesca sauce for our evening meal. It always tastes better when it’s had time to mellow then reheat.
Obviously after that I stank of anchovies. So I washed the pots & then washed myself.
After a breakfast of porridge I felt the need for fresh air. That was solved with a walk through the woods & fields, culminating at this place with fantastic views of the Liverpool skyline.
Those cubes are not bee hives, they are all that is visible of a vast underground reservoir dating back to 1868. Still in use today.
Anyway, dinner was lovely & it’s now feet up o’clock.