At the far out edge of Greater Liverpool are the islands. Mere hints of land you can walk to when the tide’s out far enough. Today, for the first time, I decide to get there by bus.
All the way along, with its electric hybrid power, I’ve been able to feel the bus cutting its engine every time we stopped. A peaceful way to travel.
Here at ‘Toast’ – in the railway station building, I wait for my friend Greg, who’s walking to the islands with me today. Fortifying ourselves with the inevitable toast we talk about the joy of quiet cafés like this, and find we’ve both enjoyed the lovely Crosby Tea Rooms in the past few days. We talk of founding the ‘Quiet Café’ movement.
We sit for an hour or so, talking about life, and sometimes not talking at all.
Then, after a late lunch in another quiet café, The Aubergine.
A quietly beautiful day.
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