Going past the Lighthouse, I had to get a few pictures of it, then continued along the ridge path, rather than the beach, as I was not sure how much of a path there was.
The shoreline along Speke Beach I had done years ago and hated it, but I wondered if it had improved- a vain hope!
Last time I had followed the ridge of the Mersey Way, missing some of the shoreline, which would have been a good idea, as it looked like a bomb site, there must have been a house right on the edge at one point, because it was strewn with bricks and other junk left to clog up the beach, a real hazard. I also felt a bit paranoid that the tide would come in and sweep me away, which didn’t happen, thankfully!
Following the virtually-untraveled coastline almost beat me. It was unbelievably hot, so I had to stop to put on another layer of sun cream. The ‘path’ itself was a joke, non-existent in places. Tire tracks, footprints in the mud and other evidence of human presence were the only things that reminded me that I wasn’t the only person around, such was the utter isolation and desolation of the place.
I’ve been and found the Google map of Speke/Garston. The Hamlet of Oglet is just south of the Airport, the rest is fields and woods, as such, no wonder it was eerily quiet. Yet I endured, and persevered, passing the landing light gantry and past the Liverpool sailing club and onto a transformed stretch of the Mersey Way into Garston and back to civilisation where I stopped for a coffee and Ice Cream, which revitalised me enough for the final stage of this epic journey.