I haven’t done as many posts about running on here as I’d thought I might, principally because taking photographs interferes with a good run. But yesterday evening and this morning I covered the same route on both a walk and a run and therefore have some photographs to show you.
The route is called the ‘Greenbank variation’ in the notes I keep of runtimes. Meaning that the run always goes through Greenbank Park but either end of the run can have slight variations. Now I realise that this makes comparing the run times fairly pointless, but it does no harm and keeps me amused, so there.
In the evening there’s about an hour of daylight left. In the morning, as ever, the downhill start helps to get me started for the week.
I rarely run at weekends as the parks and pathways are more crowded then. So this relatively short route has become my regular for starting the week, building up to longer routes later on in the week.
In the morning there’s a steady drizzle of very cold rain, feeling on the edge of snow to me.
Which is that this looks and feels awfully like running through paradise, and the best kind of urban paradise at that with the tower block there. I’m probably smiling as I think this, it’s always such an intense pleasure and privilege to be here.
That intensely green colour of spring.
Where I feel like I’m walking straight into the sun.
The evening has got to that intense point where, just before the sun sinks below the horizon, there are a few minutes of low, sharp, perfect light. A crescendo for the day.
Up to this point most of the run has been slightly downhill. Turning now for home the opposite will be true.
In the evening I walk here through a loud and beautiful chorus of hundreds of birds singing to the setting sun. In the morning, reaching the end of the lane, the head of the pathway and the road are crowded with the cars of Liverpool College teachers and the better off sixth formers.
I have a game I play with myself running up this hill. I try and get all the way to the top without any cars overtaking me. I realise this is completely unscientific but hearing a car behind me does make me push harder with my shoulders and run faster than I would otherwise. I’ve been observed doing it too.
A couple of weeks ago I went to my doctor, grumbling about the cold I said I’d had ‘all year.’ ‘No you haven’t’ she immediately replied. ‘What you’ve got now must be a second cold because there was absolutely nothing wrong with you last week when I saw you running up that hill at Penny Lane faster than I was driving my car!’
What a great and observant doctor. Hayley Tait of the NHS, it’s an honour to know you!
And yes, Beatles fans, that’s the famous ‘shelter in the middle of the roundabout’. With a hat on it.
The shelter operated as a café called ‘Sergeant Pepper’s’ but closed several years ago. Then last year a developer got hold of it and managed to get planning permission to add an extra floor and turn it into a better sort of food establishment. There was an artist’s impression of how it would be in the local paper and the structure you see here was quickly erected last summer.
Since then? Well I think they must be waiting for a definite tenant before doing the rest of the work. So if you fancy it, well the opportunity’s here, hanging around waiting for you. I run on.
Well it’s officially called ‘Prince Alfred Road’ this last century or so, because of a visit from one of Victoria’s children. But I prefer it’s original name. And there’s still a dairy at the far end too, so there.
The walk has taken me an hour and a half. Taking time to take photographs, marvel at nature and grumble about Sergeant Pepper’s. In the morning the run takes me 23m:22s, with none of that hanging around quoting Shakespeare nonsense!
Coming into the Sunday evening house I’m greeted by the smell of marmalade.
And do we have some for breakfast in the morning before my run? No we don’t. That would be too neat and sickening an ending for any blog post of mine.