Fairy Path

Not really, but this is what I always thought of it as when I was a child. This is the path which leads from Dad's tennis club, North Meols. The reason I was there, however, was not to play tennis but to borrow a camera off a friend of Dad's. He had very kindly offered his equipment so I would have two cameras for Caroline and Sylvère's wedding in case one went wrong or something happened. I'm so grateful to him, I had worried what would happen if my camera suddenly developed a fault!

So, a step back into childhood for me. I used to play around here when Dad played tennis...when I was younger you could get into the woods too! Sadly it's all been repaired now so no more hiding in there for the next generation. They've also redone the clubhouse, so the floorboards no longer bend alarmingly under your weight. Very beautiful now, and well worth however much they paid for it!