A quiet read

Some days are quiet and somehow you know this from the moment you wake up. Today is one of them.

I go out for my morning run as usual. A partially new route I’m working out through some of the lesser used tracks and gaps in Sefton Park. Home and showered I’m off to my second park of the day.

To Calderstones.

To Calderstones.

In end of summer splendour.

In end of summer splendour.

To the 'secret' garden behind the Mansion House.

To the ‘secret’ garden behind the Mansion House.

For a visit to The Reader Organisation’s Summer Fair that I told you about earlier in the week.

Where there is a poetry booth.

Where there is a poetry booth, ‘the world’s first and only.’

Harry Potter fancy dress.

Harry Potter fancy dress.

Cakes and tea.

Cakes and tea.

And Reader Jane Davis comes over to say hello.

And Reader Jane Davis comes over to say hello.

And to explain the Organisation's plans to a new visitor.

And to explain the Organisation’s plans to a new visitor.

Lovely to see all the ideas we first heard about back in springtime becoming real.

Then it’s back home where Sarah is waiting to come with me on the next jaunt of the day.

Taking our books back to the library.

Taking our books back to the library.

Told you it was a quiet sort of day.

We arrive and take a look round the back of the library, the still new to us Liverpool Central Library.

This whole back section is the new temperature controlled archive of the library.

This whole back section is the new temperature controlled archive of the library.

Celebrating writers with connections to Liverpool. Mostly from here.

Celebrating writers with connections to Liverpool. Mostly from here.

Including a personal hero, Jimmy McGovern.

Including a personal hero, Jimmy McGovern.

Walking round to the front of the library we pass the best preserved remaining part of Liverpool’s ‘streets in the sky’ planning policy of the 1960s.

Where we were given our own walkways to leave the ground level free for the dominance of cars and buses.

Where we were given our own walkways to leave the ground level free for the dominance of cars and buses.

Which would still sometimes passover us anyway on flyovers.

Which would still sometimes passover us anyway on flyovers.

While walking even short distances took ages as we ascended and descended gradually, round and round in circles.

While walking even short distances took ages as we ascended and descended gradually, round and round in circles.

Mind you, it's historic.

Mind you, it’s historic.

So historic it's got its own stalactites.

So historic it’s got its own stalactites.

Emerging from all that we reach a 'proper' pavement. And the flyover sweeps down into Dale Street, at the side of the Mersey Tunnel.

Emerging from all that we reach a ‘proper’ pavement. And the flyover sweeps down into Dale Street, at the side of the Mersey Tunnel.

We go over and pay our respects at the new Hillsborough Memorial, Sarah’s not seen it before.A quiet read19

The names of the 96 dead.

The names of the 96 dead.

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Then go into the Library.A quiet read23

We're getting to know it now.

We’re getting to know it now.

Though

Though I suspect it will always take our breath away.

And

And I’ll never get tired of looking up and taking this picture.

It’s a wonderful place. Light, airy, friendly, free and easy. You can live at peace in here. And we do, for hours.

Browsing quietly.

Browsing quietly.

Going for our regular look at the Audubon book.

Going for our regular look at the Audubon book.

Each time we come we see a new page, eventually we will have seen them all. All the birds of America.

And I'll never get tired of walking into here.

And I’ll never get tired of walking into here.

Today, obviously feeling cultural, I explore their complete collection of TV Times magazines.

To see what we might have been watching on this day 40 years ago.

Friday 31st August 1973.

Friday 31st August 1973.

And what we might have been eating too. 'Ask any kid.'

And what we might have been eating too. ‘Ask any kid.’

Having each gravitated to our natural habitats, eventually I leave ‘Music’ and find Sarah where I know she will be.

In 'Natural History'

In ‘Natural History’

Full of books, we leave.

And come home for a quiet read.

And come home for a quiet read.

Sarah has novels and natural history. I have novels and music.

Cilla? Music?

Cilla? Music?

Yes, just you wait. There’ll be a blog post about her soon.

While I’m writing this Jane Davis tells me on Twitter that they’ve had over 800 visitors to The Reader Organisation garden today. Well done all, time to go home for a quiet read now. And maybe a glass of wine?

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