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!