After a week of working and going round being opinionated it’s good to have a day off on a Saturday. Especially when the sun’s out. So around mid-day I put my boots on and head out, to see where my feet and my camera will take me in the few precious hours before the early winter sun sets again.
Down the hill and round the corner onto Smithdown.
That’s the 60 turning right there.
I’m aware these are all pictures of what might seem like ‘ordinary’ things. But to me they are not ordinary at all. They are pictures of home on a beautiful day and not the sort of pictures that get taken much. Whenever I do one of my historical blog posts about Liverpool and search for pictures, I find Google is filling up with pictures I’ve taken of Liverpool now. And I like to think of them being ‘borrowed’ by countless children for ‘my home town’ homework projects. My small gift to the future.
Always handy to have. Instructions on how to manually open the emergency exit of an airliner, should you happen to be inside one that comes into land on Smithdown Road.
Not the only surreal thing round here though.
Yes it’s John Prescott’s pet project from the late days of the last Government, ‘The Housing Market Renewal Initiative’. And as you can see the renewal of the housing is going really well. So it’s just as well all the people who used to live here were moved out to who knows where else, while the builders get on with whatever ‘renewing the market’ looks like when it’s on site.
Let’s see how it’s going on the other side of the ‘Triangle?’
Steady on though, something’s on site where the next half a dozen streets of houses and shops and pubs used to be?
And obviously no one can object to a new school can they?
Well, it’s just that I remember the people being moved out of their houses. And the story they were told was that people didn’t want to live in their kinds of houses any more. So some new kinds of houses needed to be built instead. Except they never were and now we’re getting this instead. Oh well. It’s probably a Private Finance Initiative, so at least someone’s market is being renewed.
Or is it? In my memory I thought this was cast iron. But today it felt like sheet-metal. A replica maybe?
While here Artistic Director Gemma Bodinetz comes over to ask me when the next ‘A sense of place live’ event will be. And the answer is a week on Tuesday, 2nd December at 6:00pm in the Everyman Bistro. I’d better get on with thinking about what we’ll talk about.
But I’ve still got the song in my head. Since back on Smithdown when I thought of calling the walk ‘Saturday Sun’ I’ve been singing Nick Drake’s beautiful song to myself. Here it is:
I walk off along Hope Street.
Across Parly to Princes.
And in passing, a quick look at how the Granby 4 Streets are doing. On site now:
I’ll be back here later on this week for a more detailed look and a talk about progress on the Community Land Trust houses on Cairns Street.
For now, it’s time to go home.
“Saturday sun brought people and faces
That didn’t seem much in their day
But when I remembered those people and places
They were really too good in their way”
Home to listen to Nick’s song. And write this. A peaceful day’s walking in the place I call home, and not too much going round being opinionated!
Lovely post Ronnie. It is what you do best – as a result of your love for your home district, you have an acute eye for detail and an eviable ability to put your thoughts into words, which I have found to be inspirational. Keep up the good work old chap and I must join you for another walk sometime soon.
Thanks for the’inspirational’ Stephen. Trust all’s well up in Cumbria.
I see that you included a nail bar Ron. They seem to be springing up everywhere round town, must be the latest trend. The nail technicians (men and women) wear these surgical masks to protect themselves. Better than tanning salons I guess.
It’s beyond me what they’re all about Pak. Strange though that these and eye-brow places and dog grooming salons thrive while the rest of the economy struggles? Someone’s got some money!
It’s the same in my home town Carnforth, a former railway and iron town with a population of about 5,000. You wouldn’t think there would be a market for fingernail restructuring would you?
Must be all that drystone walling. Plays havoc.
Ha ha. Yes maybe.
Great pics Ronnie, lots of favourite places there, thanks, a great tour.
Absolutely scandalous though, that those houses are being left to deteriorate further and further. Good family homes, desperately needed. I often wonder if it’s deliberate and then they can be demolished for “safety” reasons.
It’s also staggering that Archbishop Blanche is being rebuilt on the land where homes were promised. Why on Earth could they not build it on the site of the closed down Blessed Ambrose Barlow School, (latterly the Deaf Centre) on Queens Drive, with all it’s bus routes and connections? I suspect “brown envelopes” at play!
The ruination of that bit, your bit, of Smithdown has been enraging me for years. And now we’re supposed to be grateful because we’re getting a new school. But as you say, why there in particular? In whose particular interest was that one?
Anyway. I always feel in my element walking around Liverpool with a camera asking why?
Love that kind of posts!
Dunno why…
about new school:
“But as you say, why there in particular? In whose particular interest was that one?”
What a pity you’re not went to further down – the Pivvy bingo and further…
I live just opposite Pivvy’ bingo ….and all Liverpudlian mafia are there(!) – lol
An American fancy cars parking outside…guns shooting every night…I am not much know history of owner…but as local ppl saying – something as Sicilian mafia or so…
and further down till Sefton Park will be an answer in your question = “…In whose particular interest was that one?”…
It will be far away from “OUR DAY OUT” [one of my favourite ever]
it will be something very different…and as great liverpudlian actor said: Dr. Evil: .”…. And the best part of this plan is… no one can stop me!”
[Mike Myers….Both his parents were from Liverpool….[….]
best wishes
lenka&leon
see u next time
My walks go where my feet take me Lenka. So Lodge Lane and the Pivvy another day.
Last time Lodge Lane appeared in a blog post was at the beginning of our mammoth ’27 bus’ ride and walk early this summer.
See you both at the Everyman on 2nd December for the next ‘a sense of place live’
Lovely Ronnie. Important to note that HMRI wasn’t dreampt up by Prescot alone but came out of a report by the Centre for Urban and Regional Studies (CURS) at the University of Birmingham. The academics often get away with it, but they’re the ones who give the polticians their ideas.
I remember CURS. Even their name sounds officious. Not surprised to hear this policy was dreamed up by academics. I see they’re still going too. ‘A major international centre for understanding the dynamics of neighbourhoods and communities’ it says on their website. When what they probably meant to say was ‘A fawning academic centre providing bogus ideas and justifications for exploiting neighbourhoods and communities in many and various profitable ways e.g. HMRI was one of our top ones.’
Yep and they’re still advising governments etc. It annoys me that people like that get away with things like that, at least politicans are public figures and have to take the knocks while allgedly progressive academics just slink off and pretend they played no part – see also New Towns back in the day.
Great pictures, sharp insightful commentary, you are documenting our world! Love this blog, it tells the story that’s off-camera.
Natalie
Wow. Thank you.
As soon as I saw your title for this piece I thought of Nick Drake’s song.
I have to admit I did’nt think he would be your cup of char but lo and behold all was revealed further down. I first heard it in a store in oxford street and was so taken by it I asked an assistant who the artist was or which album it was taken from. Alas she did not know but I tracked it down and have enjoyed the rest of his oeuvre . In a similar way I discovered Ray Lamontagne from the music playing in Wilkinsons, an excellent store that brings blokey products to the market at popular prices.
It’s 40 years since nick drake topped himself and there is an item in the Guardian based on a discussion with his sister . Link below.
“It’s 40 years since Nick Drake died, aged 26. His music brought posthumous fame and a legion of fans still keen to speculate about the details of his life and work. Now his sister, Gabrielle, has written a revealing book about the singer-songwriter”
Hello Nick, glad to hear you like him as well. Funny how we remember each other as young? Maybe I came over as ‘hard rock’ in those days? In fact I loved Nick Drake from the moment I heard him. I’ve written a short post for the Nick Drake site AndNowWeRise about the moment.
Just to let you know that the City Bike station at Upper Parliament Street is back in action and looks to have been expanded. I walk past this station most days and when the tape appeared it was in addition to some blanking plates. It looked “official”and not an act of vandalism though it could be that the plates/tape came after any vandalism that put the station out of action.
Thanks for that, glad it’s back. The bike stations are snaking out deep into the suburbs now. Saw 2 new ones in Calderstones Park today.
Really enjoyed this post, Ronnie. Used to live in the area as a student, 4 happy years there. Good to be reminded of some of the spots I walked past almost every day.