When I was at primary school in West Kirby, my teacher once told a story about how our sunsets are world-famous and how she met someone from Japan who’d heard of them. While I thought our sunsets were pretty impressive as well, being young and cynical, I scoffed at the thought that people as far away as Japan would know about them.
I came back to home in West Kirby this evening for the weekend, and my bedroom window directly faces the sunset here. Right on cue at about 9pm, a heartwrenchingly beautiful sunset appeared with a shock of colours rising over the trees and purple clouds puffing along before a deep blue sky. If that sunset had appeared in Oxford (which it never has and probably never will) then I imagine people would be amazed. Here in West Kirby though, it’s just another in a long line of wonderful sunsets.