A postcard from the Lower Village

As my blog is called Postcards from the Paradise Peninsula I thought it was about time I actually sent a postcard from the lovely Wirral, and where better to start than Heswall Lower Village where we live.
Heswall itself is about a mile up the road on top of a sandstone ridge, but the Lower Village is the place to be.

Views over the village, the Dee Estuary and across to Wales. The area is famed for wonderful sunsets.

The River Dee, which is at the bottom of our road, is actually silted up now and is a marshland. It's a great place to walk the dog. She loves to jump through the reeds and get soaking wet.

St Peter's Church, where bellringers practise every Tuesday night ... and where my daughter sang in the choir when she was much younger.

Our lovely local primary school. It has the most amazing row of cherry trees at the front.

                                      

              Our late lamented Post Office, which sadly no-one could save in the recent round of closures.

We have a lovely row of sandstone shops ... including a butcher's, a greengrocer's, the newsagent's (where my son was a paperboy for a while), a chemist, two hairdresser's, an antique shop and a lovely little coffee shop. Over the road is the Village Garage which is the best garage anyone could wish for. Their service is second to none! Oh, and of course the local pub .. The Black Horse. (Which I've actually never been into in my life!)

The whole village is protected by a conservation order.

Best of all, for us, the Wirral Way passes the top of our road. This is a 12 mile long footpath that was created on the old West Kirby to Hooton railway line. (This needs a whole post or two to itself as it plays a

huge part in our every day lives)

                                 

The view from the hill as you drive down into the Lower Village still makes me glad to be coming home after all these years.

We outgrew our little house many years ago, and have extended twice rather than move away from here .... we just couldn't imagine living anywhere else.

The view from my bedroom window.

In the words of the blessed Kirsty Allsop it's all about "Location, Location, Location".