Saturday 14th February 2009

Jo and I went to Hoylake tp take a look around the auction house and charity shops. A few books and some clothes made the charity shop visits well worth while.



The street furniture in Hoylake has a rope theme, presumably to reflect its seaside nature.


When I saw the Town Hall Clock I was reminded of a poem but I cannot find it on the Internet. I did find a couple of poems with Town Hall Clock references but neither was the one that is hovering around in the back of my mind.

People who gaze at the town-hall clock,
Waiting to hear the hour.
HAROLD MONRO ("Strange Meetings")

The clock in the Town Hall is ticking away
The seconds of our lives every hour of the day
And even for the babe in the pram time it doesn't wait;
On the young and the old there is a use by date.

The feeble old fellow to time losing hair
Of his own mortality he is aware
A good innings one might say he did enjoy
Still he'd love one more chance to live as a boy.

Of great feats of bravery we often hear
But the bravest the fear of death even do fear
And the reaper the one who has the final say
The wealthy and poor will make equal one day.

The clock in the Town Hall it keeps ticking on
And with each tick one more second of our lives gone
And the reaper whose praises none does wish to sing
Will one day take care of the emperor and king.

FRANCIS DUGGAN ("The Clock in the Town Hall")


This little fellow was waiting patiently outside a shop.


We had a coffee at Wetherspoons but also bought a cake to take back for a coffee and crossword at home. I had a coffee meringue. Yum. A great end to the morning.