There is confusion about whether Beechmount (the house) should be beach or beech. I favour beech; if only to avoid disappointing visitors. There are lots of Beech trees around and Beech Walk walk and Beechmount would make much more sense.
Anyway…. I was in the cafe reading a local guide book and came across a couple of places I did not know about and was so curious that as soon as I got back to the house I headed off to find them. Both were near neighbouring Silverdale, a couple of miles away. The first was a seacave, the second a spring called the woodwell.
When I got to the cove where the cave was the tide was in and splashing on the rocks, the vast expanses of sand had vanished and I could have been on the North Wales coast or Cornwall.
So I set off to the woodwell. The woods around here are full of limestone outcrops and scarps and it was below a small cliff that I found the well.
I made a mental note that there is a marketing opportunity here. Small bottles on sale to guests at a suitably high price for such magical water.
Annoying noises.
There is a little owl that squawks most of the night. Not as bad as the notorious Scops owl though. That can drive a man insane with its bleeping honk or blonk.
One off the smoke detectors insists on bleeping though I have taken out, and forget to buy new, batteries.
Then there was was the gunshot explosion when a stud on a saucepan flew off while the potatoes were boiling. what was worse after recovering from a near heart attack I almost swallowed the damn thing.
Tonight I have decided to make an owl trap.