Jolly Dee

Apparently this is the river Dee. Or at least it was. Now it is the marshes that run along the estuary and divide the Wirral from North Wales.

We spent the morning doing a tour of this area, as it is where Jacqui lived when she was in her twenties.

And I got to have a pint of proper beer, not refrigerated and gassy, in the Harp Inn at Neston.

Now it is chill time for a while, before a few crocks turn up to see in the New Year.

If they can stay awake long enough!

A very happy New Year to everyone who takes a passing interest in my world via the wonderful medium of Blip.

Onwards and upwards to 2015.