That was just to get your attention really. There will be a journey on the 82 later on, but this is principally a Friday Walk. First walk of any length I’ve been on since I injured my ribs the other week. The doctor said there’d be a week of strong pain, followed by five weeks or so of ‘discomfort’. He was right about the pain, and as the discomfort is easing I was keen to make the most of the light on one of the shortest days and get out there walking.
I remember filming the Park from the top of this when it was still a municipal block. A fairly frightening thing to do as there were only those very thin railings you can still see at the top there. It was emptied of people years ago now and a private developer has been marketing it for months now, though progress with actual renovation seems slow. I would have loved to live up there.
Yes you can get most of the way from our house to town within public parks.
And if you call the woody central boulevard on Princes Avenue a ‘public park’ and why not? Then make that ‘all the way from our house to town..’
But we’re not going along there just yet. There’s a site inspection to be done over in Granby 4 Streets.
That looks like a better use of your Boxing Day than having your consolation Christmas Dinner with the relatives who didn’t want you at their’s on Christmas Day itself, by the way.
I find out later from my friend Eleanor, who lives in Cairns Street, that work has in fact started.
“The first stages of the soft strip have started! But the real momenum will start on 5th January. They have set up their headquarters in number 53. So there has been the unaccustomed sounds of sweeping and clearing out.”
So all’s well. The CLT is on the move.
Now I’d heard earlier from Anna James at Plus Dane that the new rooves were going on in Beaconsfield Street.
On the whole though, beyond wonderful to end the year with so much happening and about to happen. 2015 will be the year Granby 4 Streets becomes home for a lot more people. At very long last.
Site inspection over, further along Princes is an example of what happened to most of the other original streets of Granby.
And once upon a time this too was full of the sort of terraced houses you’ve just seen being restored in the 4 Streets. In fact in 1957, when the street was full and well and celebrating 750 years since Liverpool was granted its charter by King John, a more noted John brought his band to a street party here and they played Roseberry Street their joyous skiffle music from the back of a truck.
A favourite ecumenical view of Liverpool, Greek Orthodox, Anglican and Jewish.
And yes I know it’s spelt wrong but that’s the way it is!
Where my first girlfriend Pat used to live, back in the early 1970s. While I was at University over the road she let me have a key so I actually did most of my degree work up there while listening to music. So looking up there now I start singing the ‘Crime of the Century’ LP by Supertramp. All of it.
As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, this was Brian Epstein’s flat which he let John and Cynthia Lennon borrow when they first got married.
And I was planning to tell you that, in that ‘Liverpool is a village’ sort of way, I know the two women who live here now. But when I get home later there’s a card from them saying Jackie and Fiona have moved to Wales. So there.
Last Friday before Christmas with all that implies.
Loomed over by a ‘yet more student housing’ crane.
Opposite I’m pleased to see the long empty Trade Union and Unemployed Centre starting to fill up with new life.
Not too sure what a ‘roasterie’ – mini or otherwise is, but good luck to you! (Actually, here is said roasterie in action, on the coffee beans.)
Walking on, it’s late morning now and town is starting to fill up. The last Friday lunch time before Christmas approaches.
I decide to make for the bus station and go somewhere quieter.
For the last few years of my housing career, when I was a Director of the place, these were the offices of Liverpool Housing Trust (still are, though it’s part of a large group called Symphony now). And were this day 20-odd years ago I would definitely be in there now preparing for some sort of Christmas do.
Everyone had two dos back then, officially. One for their department and one for the whole place. These were enthusiastically done and no place for the squeamish or faint-hearted. In fact we liked them so much that most of us would invite our ‘friends’ from the other departments to our own do. In this way it was perfectly possible to be ‘out’ for much of December if you wanted to be. And most of us did.
So walking past here I’m not wishing I were over there getting ready to hit the town like we used to. But I wish them all well and rejoice for them in the fact that Liverpool now has so many more bars than we used to have, to be barred out of later on today!
‘At last!’ I hear ‘bus journey’ fans saying.
Though of course I still haven’t gone so far as to actually get on one.
While I’m in here enjoying Carole’s quesadillas, a new arrival on the menu, it pours down heavily outside.
A decent run out for the still painful ribs then, and therefore a bus ride where I’d normally do a circular walk. And after a week where I’d had to so publicly doubt the wisdom of some in the city, such a release and a relief to get out and enjoy the place that’s always around us. A good Friday in Liverpool then, as the days dwindle down and the Solstice arrives.