A further seasonal instalment in our ‘Walking with Greg’ series.
A day off working, to walk around with a friend in the Springtime sunshine. Well, it was sunny some of the time.
Sarah won’t be coming out with us as she’s running a Ceremony for someone later today.
So we’re soon off along Penny Lane to show Greg Greenbank House.
And a later William Rathbone would discuss her ideas about nursing with Florence Nightingale. And then Eleanor Rathbone, the great suffragette, would grow up dreaming of practical ways to change the world. And then did.
One of Liverpool’s most precious, unused and almost secret places. Greg lived nearby for several years and had never thought that within the grounds of these student halls such a treasure could be hidden.
Greg’s first time in here. Quiet today, well-cared for without being manicured. (The park I mean.)
And round the corner into the Welsh Streets.
If you’re a previous visitor to this blog you’ll have been here many times before, and been outraged before at this senseless waste of empty homes. Greg is seeing these streets empty for the first time. Last time he was here they were fully occupied and the social enterprise he was running were delivering recycled fridges and cookers to the residents.
At the moment there are plans to replace these 400, mostly emptied houses, with 150 new ones. But there is strong, well-organised, local opposition. And the arguments are not over yet even though the City council are currently lining up demolition contractors.
Today there’s a lovely song on the door, which I sing in the street for Greg. Written 50 years ago this month by Sam Cooke:
So I repeat the mantra – ‘People’s desire to live in houses like this, in streets like this, is not over.’ And hope that the by no means thoughtless people on the side of demolition may, even at this stage, open their minds to the possibility of something more creative than devastation.
We walk on.
We’ve been working here lately, so I’m keen to show Greg around.
Next we have a look at what’s on in the Heritage Resource Centre. And find a new exhibition of The Florrie’s footballing history.
To the Dockers’ Steps. Again, you may have read about these before, or you can now. But I love showing these Liverpool treasures to a friend who’s heard of them, but never walked down them before.
And at the bottom we stop to admire Alan Murray’s lovely painting of the history of Liverpool.
Then we reach the sun-shiney river and stop for a cup of tea.
And walk upstream above the Cast Iron Shore to the site of the 1984 Garden Festival, where the Festival Gardens are open today (not always the case over recent months.)
Then it’s up through St Michael’s, along Lark Lane and across Sefton Park to home. A lovely day rambling round Liverpool 8 & 17, through its past and its possible futures.
Go here to find out more about The Florrie, or ring 0151 728 2323 to go in and see about running your corporate event or wedding in one of Liverpool’s loveliest venues.
And go here to find out more about the Welsh Streets.
Wonderful tour description and you never left Toxteth on the whole of the walk. It may surprise some that there were two house named Greenbank in the same area. The second was once owned by Moses Benson, the well known Liverpool slave trader of the last quarter of the 18th C.
Thanks Taffy, yes many think that ‘Toxteth’ is just where it’s now defined, rather than the whole of the former Toxteth Deer Park.
Where was the other Greenbank House?
I’d have to check my files but from memory, the second Greenbank was across Greenbank Lane from the first. My source is a publication on the history of the Rathbone Greenbank House which I cannot lay on my hands at the moment. Also the latter Greenbank House at one time had a different name.
To follow up on my comments above. The present Greenbank House was once called St Anslow. ( ref Adrian Allan ( 1987 ; Greenbank: A Brief History) The other Greenbank House was probably where Greenbank Park is nowadays. It once belonged to the well known Liverpool slave trader Moses Benson and was put on the market after his death in 1806. Moses Benson is buried at St James Church, Toxteth along with other members of his family.
Yes Ronnie, I’ve always known that Toxteth Park took in such a large area including part of the Smithdown area and into Aigburth. But while down the Dockers’ Steps did you show Greg the casements running under Grafton Street?
The houses from Gosford Street, where you took your photo, down Garswood Street and the Dockers’ Steps where always know as the Shorefields. My mother used to play there as a child before all those houses were built and there’s a photo knocking round showing an old lady stood outside the Bleak House pub on Cockburn Street during the same era.
Hi Stan, just searched Google for more about these casements and the only reference is to a comment by you on an earlier blog piece by me! So I think this means you’re the world expert on them.
omg fame at last
Keep the photos coming. I particularly relish the murals. Wish I could see them in person, but this is the next best thing.
I enjoy these walks around Liverpool streets so much.The sad empty houses fill me with rage. Here on the other side of the world, inner city residential streets are so different, vrtually no terraces and a lot of gentrification. In some cases worker’s cottages have become mansions. The photographs are so good and give such a ‘sense of place’.
The empty houses are in real danger now Mandy, crazy though that seems. I’m hoping sense prevails and the next picture you see isn’t of them being demolished.
Thanks for this. My 3 x great grandfather Bryan Craghill (1818-1852) was a butler in the Rathbone residence so this was a little bit of my family history.
Well, wonderful to find a personal connection to Greenbank House and the Rathbone family. Do you know any more about him and his life?
Not as much as I would like to. But I did find this bit ….
http://genealogypuzzles.blogspot.com.au/2012/01/bryan-craghill-liverpool-butler.html
I’m descended from his youngest daughter.
Craghill’s an unusual name isn’t it? But we know someone now called Craghill. Maybe a relative?
Craghills are a long way back for me (4 generations). I’ve uncovered family details my dad and aunts didn’t know about, so unfortunately we don’t know any Craghill relatives.
Oh well, if you ever want to meet one!