You shall not pass

Saturday morning routine. No alarm, a slow wake up, get the laundry on, off to West Kirby for coffee at Mother.  Stopped to chat to M, the Big Issue seller who shared with me her good news that she is pregnant.  I will miss our Saturday morning chats while she isn't there.  The accordian player whose name I don't know but am on friendly greeting terms with had moved under the shelter of the Morrison's roof as it was spitting, but he too gave us his "European accordian tune snippet" that we know and love.

I thought today's Blip would be of my favourite bit of wall on the Crescent which is really beautifully designed but following on from yesterday's thoughts about incongruity as I was walking between Mother and the Bookshop (of course) this wall segement and its protections caught my eye as it always does.  It's just so harsh and prison like in the middle of the lovely centre, and always makes me feel somewhat uncomfortable. I don't know if it's there to fend off people or seagulls, but probably both.

No particular plans for the rest of the day: the best sort of Saturday.