This Tuesday it was like spring had passed us by and we had leapt straight into summer. What better day then for a nice country walk? So Mummy-friend and I bundled our respective babies into their pushchairs and off we set. We decided to tackle a stretch of the Wirral Way, a former railway line with a variety of lovely views. Starting at Parkgate – the seaside resort without any sea but excellent ice-cream – we commenced our mission. A mission to get a bit of fresh air, exercise and vitamin D, and then eat lunch! Covering the distance gave us an opportunity to compare pushchairs. While I complain the ride seems rough in Penny’s transportation of choice, it seems Baby-friend also got jiggled around significantly. Neither baby seemed to be that bothered by it but it did lead us both to think that the pushchair fairy should leave us both one of those swanky, expensive off-raiders if we wanted to do much of this sort of thing. Braving the muddy puddles, we passed blossoming trees, spring lambs and moss-strewn railway cutting walls rising high beside us. Penny played the ‘guess why I’m grizzling’ game to make sure our walk wasn’t uneventful. After feeding her, changing her, playing with her, cuddling her and administering various teething remedies I remembered she has her daddy’s genes and took her cardigan off. It was pleasantly warm in the sun, but not sweltering, but husband dearest will go out in just a t-shirt in the middle of a blizzard so I thought it was worth a go. Sure enough, almost instantly my happy little girl was back. Mental note made to try the cardigan trick first next time.
After an hour and a half or so we arrived in Willaston and trundled our muddied buggies and hungry selves into Pollard’s Inn. Being a week day it was pretty quiet inside and we found space to park the buggies, a nice corner table and a couple of highchairs. Chips had most definitely been earned, and the food that came with them was rather good too. While we chomped our chips our babies had their lunch too, then decided that highchairs were boring and jointly investigated the sensory joy of a fluffy cushion, developing their baby friendship at the same time.
But time was getting on, babies were getting tired and we knew we had over an hour’s walk back to the cars so after almost forgetting to pay, off we trotted. It was at this point that I made my surprise discovery. Penny had fallen asleep the instant the pushchair started moving and I was admiring Mummy-friend’s ability to recline her pushchair seat, convinced mine didn’t recline. “But what are those notches on the back for then?” she asked. Sure enough, with a bit of joint prodding and wiggling (of the pushchair, not us) we discovered that an unobtrusive bar could be pulled up to indeed make the seat recline. The fact that I had been walking around with it solely in an upright position for the past three months kept me amused for the whole walk back.
With the babies asleep we made it back in record time, but just a bit late to fit in an ice-cream as well. Oh well, we’ll just have to go back another day and get one. The rest of the week has been colder, grey and drizzly (with just a sprinkling of Sahara dust) so I’m glad we made the most of such a glorious day. Roll on summer!